Chapter 151

• She was hopeful that because he had dropped the truncheon and not chosen another tormenter, that she had endured the duration of their humiliation, and he would now put an end to proceedings and release her. She was very wrong.
• He looked her up and down with lust in his eyes. Gone was the nice gentle man that had greeted her in his home only two days ago. That personality had been replaced over the course of the evening by a lustful predator who had been orchestrating her humiliation and pleasure-torture. And now he had apparently selected himself for the next round. Abigail sobbed quietly as he surveyed her bound and provocatively displayed body with appreciation.
• He regarded her attire carefully before bobbing down into a squat in front of her. He gazed at her abdomen, her hairless mound, her thighs and her pretty pussy, only partially covered by the lace and silk panties stretched to the side. There was a lot of skin between the bottom of the tight lace basque and the top of her lace-top stocking, held up tightly by the garter straps. But her panties were in the way.