Jimmy hurt. The tile was awfully cold, the soap was making his throat raw and his muscles twitched painfully at the tight bondage. How had he let this happen? He cursed his stupid foot fetish for getting him into this mess. Hours passed, hours of discomfort and helplessness.
Before morning arrived the door opened. Did Tanya change her mind? Was she going to let him go from this cruel bondage?
Not a chance.
Jimmy couldn't look up from his position but he could look at floor level. And what he saw chilled him. His heart started to beat wildly.
Tanya was not alone. Jimmy could see more than one pair of feet.
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