He pulled out of me, and it was in this moment I came back to reality and remembered I had a girlfriend downstairs. I sat up but was quickly pushed ba...k down. “I’m not done with you,” he said, his voice a little louder than I would've liked. “I really have to go,” I said, now feeling shame and embarrassment for what I had done; not only had I cheated on my girlfriend, but I had done it with her own brother. I tried yet again to sit up, but he easily pushed me back down, still being semi-caring. .." "Whipping rack. We use that a lot,(smile) but we needto make it more, well, adaptable, and this,this is, "(giggle) the 'Torture Table'! I know it's anold maple workbench but you see we added the leathermanacles and the joist, that was a lot of effort!" He looked at the heavy workbench 7 feet long, with bar stools on each side, imagining the naked helpless male with hiswrists and ankles manacled to each corner, and right atgroin area a pulley joist dangled overhead. Then he noticedthe. " I take it you didn't Google the place name like I suggested." I never had time." Her voice then dropped to an urgent, panicky whisper. "They're all NAKED here! Did you know RALPH is a nudist? My boss, is, a, NUDIST!" Your boss is named Ralph?" A little light had flashed inside my head."Yes, Ralph Hemingway." He has a wife, three kids, all under 10?" I asked."His wife is older than that, but the kids are all under 10. He's been showing their pictures to us." Yep, my sister was four sheets to. .. " Come on! It'll be fun! It'll get your mind off Jen. It's supposed to be really good."He sighed. "Aright."So they went, finally. It took them forever to find out where it was. But finally they showed up, at half past eleven. It was huge, and a lot of people he didn't know were there. But there were some people who he knew. Like Jen.But Jen didn't see him. She couldn't, she was passed out on a couch. She was by herself, cuddled up in the corner of the couch. Her hair was different, but he.