After staring at that ominous-looking drill for a moment, Staci frowned as she turned toward me, “This looks diabolically gruesome, not to mention obscenely messy.”
A faint smile appeared on Staci’s face, “Well, I must say, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time.”
Setting her half-empty wine glass on the table, Staci walked over, standing with her back to the drill, and slipped her wrists and ankles into the restraints. Then,
with a look of almost eager masochistic anticipation, Staci turned to me, “Let’s drill babe.”