She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for

Linda's bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back of Daphne's knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne's tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.

Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning

Daphne's waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around

Daphne's, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that

Linda's tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne's wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back, bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne's face as she realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she tied the wrists together tightly in back.

I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in back of her neck.