Who hadn’t been? As time passed, though, they entered the conversations, grew jollier, sampled the dishes off the lazy Susan, told tales. My wife at... a little and returned to our cabin and the jokes and comments continued. To his darling: If I love you, what business is it of yours? The line I was thinking is an old one, from Goethe. The couple was sitting directly across from me, acting as though nothing had transpired, and I was trying to do the same. More, in fact. I had to hide what I knew. " Not a chance." After failing to convince each other to stay behind, we both stepped through the illusion and onto a spiraling stair, taking the smooth stone steps winding around earthen walls deeper and deeper underground. Oddly, dim light continued to show my eyes the way, though a human would have been blind; I figured it was a spell since I couldn't find a tangible source.At what I judged to be about fifty feet down, Marcus waved his hand, telling me silently to back up."What is it?" I. He moved his hand from her wrists and now had both breasts in his hands, squeezing and sucking; thoroughly enjoying her squirming and moans of pleasure. He lowered his head and started to lick and kiss his way down her body, kissing everywhere but where she needed it most. He trailed his fingers across her calves and thighs, lightly so that it almost tickled. Oh, God he was so close to her pussy, she needed him to touch her and fill her with his fingers. Just when she thought she would have to. My upperarm tape was also cut and I was forced to stand on tip toe as each rope waspulled forcing my arms straight up at slightly wider than shoulder width withmy body stretched and on my toes. The ropes were tied off to two other ringbolts in either wall well out of my reach. Ropes were then attached to eachankle and they were pulled apart and secured to two more ring bolts set inthe walls. Every muscle in my plugged naked body was now stretched and I was unable toeven flinch away when Brian.