Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to explain that this was as high as she could manage by herself. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her pussy and arse held open for him to see, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. Porn “Shut up, bitch,” he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would tear at the roots, “I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses.” Still holding her by the hair, he dragged her to her feet and hauled her to the bed. Perhaps that was why she sought this out? Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, his hands lingering appreciatively at her high heels.
