The Table, Part One

The blindfold had been placed tightly around her head, as she was being lead into the room she could smell the cigar smoke. Her guide led her to a large mahogany coffee table, sat her on the edge then pushed her back gently. Her arms had been bound to her side before she entered. Her legs were spread apart and tied to table. She was angled so that if she was pushed to one side, her head would hang over the edge of the table, leaving her mouth as available as the rest of her.

The room was extremely quiet. As the voices grew near she felt herself getting more excited. But as time passed no one spoke to her or about her. She could hear people shuffling near her, feel the chill from glasses being set next to her and occasionally feel clothing on her legs as people walked past her.

As she laid there, her mind began wander, picturing the men whose voices she could hear, talking bout real estate, stocks and golfing. As the cigar smoke thickened around her she could sense there was someone sitting close, staring at her.

She felt a glass set between her legs, slowly being pushed against her thigh. She shivered from the cold. After a few moments the glass was shifted to her other thigh, followed by a warm hand. This continued as the glass made its way up to her pussy. This time the glass was left for longer. Just when she thought she could not handle it anymore she felt a warm hand replace the glass.

To be continued.