Chapter 60 An Unusual Hotel Iv

• Sarah had never seen one for real, except on the shelf of that upmarket sex-shop she’d visited once in London, near Covent Garden – and she’d seen pictures of them on the web-site that she’d used to order herself the Rampant Rabbit that gave her so much pleasure during lonely nights, so the sight of the man suspended from the frame, unable to move, and unable even to speak came as somewhat of a shock to her sensibilities.
• She watched, fascinated, as one of the pony-tailed women pulled a number of objects from a bag attached to her belt and laid them out on a nearby table. One of them was a short, pointed, black object. Sarah was again reminded of that visit to the sex-shop, as the words ‘butt-plug’ formed in her mind.
• She wasn’t mistaken.