As Amber talked to Laura, Andrew pushed a wicker rocking chair into the center of the room. It had rounded metallic edging and a very small cushion on the seat. The two men then led Grace toward the chair, both of them caressing her upper body as they did so. Out of the corner of her eye, Grace saw that Laura was peeling off a skintight black and white basque while listening attentively to Amber. Then as Grace was placed in the rocking chair, Laura came and stood by David. “You know what to do?” he queried. She nodded. “Good. Then you’d better get started. She’s very ready, it shouldn’t take long.” Even the words made Grace’s body tremble. He was right, and they all knew it. Her body was very ready for more pleasuring but she had to stop it from happening. She couldn’t fail this early on, not the first month. The prospect of losing David was unbearable. Andrew stood behind the chair, then pulled Grace’s arms up and fastened her wrists together behind her head with a Velcro strip.
