When Lydia was twisting underneath Galen, her pussy wet and aching, he sat up and reached over to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a couple of terrycloth athletic wrist bands.

"These are the real thing, not fur-lined plastic or anything. You still interested?"

She had to swallow twice and squeeze her thighs together before she could speak. "Hell yeah!"

"That's my girl. I thought these would protect your skin." He peeled her fingers ...