He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, "Face me."Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms,...looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she'd spread her knees apart after he'd unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn't tell. He leaned back in. Unused. So, no one will have a trace on it. For routine updates, air letter, please. No one suspects the postman anymore!"Petra smiles at Manfred Randolf's shrewdness. She smiles back in reply. She merely says, "You got it."GoogleplexPetra Tennerby steps out from the foyer of her hotel. She's staying not far from London's Exhibition Centre at Earl's Court. It's a cosmopolitan part of the capital, not smart but not shabby either. Petra likes it; it's away from the hustle and hassle of the West. .. and we didn't completely wreck it ... we finished.I'll say one thing for Triumph ... they used quality metal in the top ... and the sides ... and the front. The rear bumper looked ... well ... a vague resemblance of the original equipment."It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the canal. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches. I did not know he was that fucking big, no wonder I liked it so much."Madam's mind was racing, over the years she had seen many women come and go. She had met and known many women like Linda. They come in for the first time with a boy friend or husband, just like Linda had tonight. They would fuck and suck off strangers through the Glory holes she had cut between all the booths, just like Peter's wife had been doing for the past hour and a half. She knew that they always come back on their own,.