After getting sucked into the Locktober type Sarah decided she wanted to take the plunge this year. Three days in and she’s blowing up my phone looking for the keys. I figured if she really wanted the keys she’d be willing to work for them. Given a chance at the keys Sarah didn’t hesitate to agree. Once she was secured into a latex straitjacket with nipple clamps her tune changed a bit. Like magic, the keys to her belt were no longer the most important thing on her mind.
