Renji snapped the cuffs shut behind her back with two clicks.
Miyako whimpered. She felt the steel bite into her wrists immediately, forcing her shoulders back, tits thrust forward, the blue lace nightgown stretched so tight across her chest that the seams threatened to tear.
He grabbed the short chain between the cuffs and yanked upward, making her gasp and arch, then shoved her face-first onto the bed.
Kenoji was just right there. His back was facing them but he was still fast asleep.
Miyako looked at him. How could he be asleep at a time like this? Dear husband, your wife is becoming a whore for a teenage boy and you are doing nothing but sleeping.
This is why I'm doing this. This is why I'm accepting his 18 year-old cock. Because it's giving me the attention I need as a woman. Because it fills me up better than you do.
'I'm so sorry,' her mind cried.
