J soon found herself very very helpless. She was in the middle of the room, her arms bound securely to a bar that ran along the back of her shoulders, her arms out straight from her in a T position. Her legs were pulled up and out to each side, the ropes under her legs, pulling them spread out to each side, exposing her pussy and ass. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and was secured to the bar with a rope so her head could not drop forward. He wanted her every micro-expression to be seen by those that would be entering.
The place is a club of sorts. Underground, quiet. There are no markings on the unremarkable mill building. As one looks closer they see a heavier door with a reinforced lock on it. It is meant to keep people out…..but those that enter wonder if it is also meant to keep people in. It is named Trapped after all.
James heard her showering and walked into the bedroom, tossing his things onto the bed before glancing at the bathroom door. He smiled a bit, picturing his wife in the shower, water sliding down her body. He felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her. And now, he had a few days off for Thanksgiving, Kelly had a few days off from her job as well. Oooh they were going to have fun.