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While not constricting like he'd done in the past with my breasts individually wrapped as though in two vices, I could feel the ropes pull taut and then loosen again with each inhale and exhale. The snugness of them against my chest and back was highly arousing.
When I wasn't doped up on cold medicine and dead to the world, I curled up in the living room mindlessly watching TV or laid in bed despite not actually sleeping. It was the latter when I heard the front door open and close and could see the hallway light turn on under my closed door.
Shivers rippled up my spine at the feeling of his fingertips tracing my hips with the lightest touch.
How did I tell him that the chaos inside my apartment was of my own doing because I'd failed to stand up for myself the very first time I was confronted with my past. That once more, instead of handling the situation, I'd tucked my tail like a coward and tried to disappear.
But I didn't have a teaching degree to make it fulltime.
This one had knocked me flat on my back, and I couldn't find the strength to get back up again.