Nikki laughed, and her torturous finger kept working its evil. She pressed closer against you, you could feel her soft, firm breasts on your chest and arm, but with your handcuffs you were unable helpless against them. Helpless to stop their seductive touch, and helpless to advance the situation or feel them with your hands like you were dying to do. Her face was so close her lips brushed against your ear as she spoke. "Anything, I like that! Now, I want to tell you what's so special about my 'special' panties. You know, the ones I'm wearing right now. For you." The way she said "for you" was mind-blowing. Her lips against your ear, her breasts pressed against you. One arm was around your back and firmly, but gently, held your head in place, so your ear on the other side was a slave to her mouth. The other hand was inside your boxers deep enough that the back of her knuckles gently tickled your erection as her fingers explored your body down into your pubic hair. "But to hear about my special panties, you need to answer another question for me. Would you let me lock you up for a whole year? Or maybe longer?"