Daddy Takes Me To The Gloryhole II

"Then turn around and give me your hands, and don't you dare give me any attitude about the position I’m putting you in."

I turned around and felt the cuffs click open, and then he was guiding me onto a padded bench that felt strange and clinical under my bare skin. He recuffed my hands to rings on a lower level of the bench, which forced my arms down and back, and then he grabbed my ankles. He pulled my legs apart until the tension was screaming in my ...