Tied up.... AGAIN

Max woke with a start, her body jerking awake immediately to find herself barely able to move. The sick old man had stripped her and cuffed hands and tied her legs to the four corners of the table. Her body was stretched out stomach side down uncomfortably across the hard wood table.

Waking up naked and bound was becoming all too familiar to Max.

"I guess nobody ever called you cops original." Max called out knowing Gibbons still had to be in the room somewhere. A soft chuckle behind her betrayed his position. Her legs tenses and she squirmed against her bindings or how close he was to her.

Max's perfectly sculptured ass wiggled in front of Gibbons and if he didn't know better he would have thought she was moving like that on purpose.

"So this was all a set up you in with Frank this whole time?" Max asked while trying to crane her head around to get a view of him. Giving up when she found it near impossible.

"Frank Simmons is an idiot. Stupid enough to think he could **** me." Gibbons leaned forward, brushing his finger tips against the soft smooth skin of Max's thigh. "He won't be bothering you or me anymore. I'll make sure of that."

Well, that was at least one less perverted cop she had to deal with. Gibbons hand slid up her thigh, cupping her firm ass squeezing it causing Max to shudder.

Her eyes closed Max gritted her teeth. She was getting tired of all these games. "You knocked me out. Stripped me and tied me up. Are you going to fuck me or not?"