Would he bend her naked body across her little kitchen table, hand-cuffing her ankles to the bottoms of the legs at one side and her wrists to the upper part of the legs on the opposite side? Would he spank her until her flesh was hot and pink? Would he take her then, his narrow hips slapping against her reddened thighs and buttocks? Would he spill himself inside her and leave her cuffed to her own table, his semen spilling slowly down her inner thighs as he peacefully enjoyed his coffee and breakfast in silence? Would he punish her if she protested? Would he caress and stroke her to near-orgasm and then leave her wanting, holding her in that state for hours to remind her of her place? She hummed in arousal, increasing the speed of her fingers as she touched herself. 