Hands moved over her body, stripping her robe from her and then stroking over her skin which was quickly heating to a sweaty stage. Jack still was devouring her mouth, taking in her sighs and moans, unrelenting in his plundering of one of her orifices. Moving together, the three of them neared the loaded table. She heard a chain rattle, and then they were moving again. Stopping a few feet away, Jack pulled back from her, his face flushed. “Damn, woman,” he said, reaching behind her for something. “You are so hot I can’t hardly handle you.” Morgan stepped away from her back as Jack took one of her wrists and latched a handcuff around it. She quivered inside, not sure if it was from sexual tension or the thought of being too restrained. “Don’t be scared,” Jack whispered in her ear as he snapped the other handcuff on the other wrist. He pulled her arms above her head and latched the center chain of the handcuffs to the chain dangling from the ceiling.
