.after a couple minutes I sit back...taking in the picture You kneeling on the bed compleatly naked and bare....your belly large with our child,your b...easts full of milk we all crave....your hair loose and down your back....your wrists in the small of oyur back tied together the rope snaking down your ass and up between your legs those knots pressed firmly agaisnt your pussy and clit the rope continung up over your shoulders to come back down and tied finally to your ankles.Move around abit my. ‘Fuck,’ he said to an empty room. Moe had never been laid this low. Sure, he’d had a few scuffles over the years, like when he was ten years old and Mickey Bolls held him down while Larry Beason rearranged his nose, or that sucker punch from the jealous boyfriend, or even a couple of broken ribs from a goon he shouldn’t have squeezed. But this was different. Before, it was just fists that did the damage. This last guy was tougher, sneakier, and chose a dodgier toy. Moe had been out, way out,. At sea he was out of cell range and, again, established an alibi. Soon enough he got off the boat, swam ashore to where a car waited, picked up his two Tuccos, and drove several hours to a place where the Captain and I met him.At a point about 40 minutes from the prison the Captain and I met Mark at a small house on a country road. Our faces were covered. We bagged him and put his car in the garage. Then we drove back to the prison with him and the Tuccos.My terms, which he accepted, were that. “Nice set-up! Who could have imagined they were running this from their home? I think it may even violate local law, but I need to check on that. First things first. I have a little tidbit that Cyd didn't get: John's remote password. I wonder just how lazy he really is?”Rob went and did something fun, shopping for hardware -- a new computer, hard drive array, backup system, and a few other toys. It put a nice dent in his bank account, which meant his little vacation from the business world.