Pratima's got Vince!!!

Here is the pic following the event of that fabulous little story written by the talented and genius you can find it here:  Vince's little friendVince’s little friend
By Rohana
===Six years ago===
Mrs. Ranji stood on the hallway balcony, looking over a smoggy, sweltering Delhi skyline. Her neighbor from next door, Mrs. Patil, shared her space, looking out over a city, sharing a quiet conversation. For the two Indian housewives this was the quiet time of the day, the pause between chores and dinner, a moment of quiet companionship.
“Isn’t that your daughter?” Mrs. Patil noted, looking down the airspace to a cracked concrete court. There, a little girl, all lanky limbs, a once-white (and now dirty) dress flopping around her bony shoulders, her hair a porcupine of unruliness. The youthful flash of her half-mad eyes were lost behind thumb-smudged coke bottle glasses.
“Oh, dear. She’s been fighting again,” Mrs. Patil noted, savoring gossip at the source.
“Pratima!” Mrs. Ranji called down. “Have you been troubling the boys again?”
Pratima crossed her arms across her fl Just wanted to say thank you to that awesome writer to have some liking in my poor Vince and hope it was worth the wait as he did that story month ago... Hope it's at your taste my friend? 

Well, now that I have a new tablet and I'm ready to draw, I promise to keep on doing bondage pics as long as possible!!! Take care my friends and fellow watchers and see you soon!!!

... and now my super genius friend wrote a story explaining the following event after Vince being hanged up like that!!!  Security DepositSecurity Deposit
By Rohana
The shipping rope was snug around his wrists, multiple coils that would ensure a standard deviation of constriction. But it could also be worked so that bands could be shifted, a millimeter borrowed here to lengthen a coil radius there. With so, with careful effort over long gloomy hours, Vince managed to teardrop his wrist in such a way that, straining, allowed it to be extracted. He shook his hand briskly, certain that he’d broken bones while pulling it from its bindings. But no, while it was throbbing sore, he’d not broken anything.
With his hands free of Pratima’s ropes, Vince rolled up on Pratima’s bed in Pratima’s apartment, luxuriating in his freedom, his arms no longer roped behind his back. Sitting up in Pratima’s panties, he looked at himself in the mirror.
The reflection showed a man in ladies underwear. Twice in, actually, his waist and head. Reaching up, he began ripping at the duct tape that locked Pratima appreciate it guys!!!