The Interrogation Game
You wouldn't mind if I touched myself, would you? I ask
I walk slowly, swaying my hips to the man tied up to the chair. My heels click with every step and echoes into the darkness. We were in his office with only a dim lamp on, casting shadows everywhere. I sit down and cross my legs, hiding my panty clad ass from his view. "You're very quiet," I say, hoping he would respond. Silence. "But I suppose that's why I'm here," I continue. "My employers want you to answer some questi...