Hogtied on the bed and unable to move, I could just about see him from the corner of my eye. Walking with such purpose, silent, as I see him.. those black latex gloves. My heart starts to pound and I can hear my muffled voice try to speak as he pours a bunch of tiny white packeted needles out in front of me. I’m scared of needles, but I have a gag in my mouth so I’m in no position to tell him this. Besides, he already knows..
Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday..