Her neck felt like it would break. Yvonne obediently stretched her arms upwards, knowing that this was sheer madness to allow herself to be so tied. Again she cried out in pain and wriggled about on Harry’s knees. With his free hand, Harry took hold of his cock and began to strike Yvonne’s face with it, then, having done this a number of times, he brought his face within inches of Yvonne’s and said in a contemptuous tone, “you love this don’t you bitch.”
Yvonne thought to nod her head but found that with her hair being screwed up in Harry’s fist, she couldn’t move. “Now you get tied up so that I can do whatever I want with you,” Harry told her as he glanced upwards at the roof and looped the cords through an iron hook that protruded from the ceiling…
