Wrists and ankles bound by silk, you are helpless but wanton. Your heart beating slow and hard as you try to anticipate my next move. Will my hands gr...b your deliciously perky tits? Will I tease your open mouth with the already straining tip of my cock? Will I push my face into your puddling cunt and suck your clit in between my lips?There's no movement in the room. No sounds for you to visualise from. Nothing but the darkness behind your eyes and the binds gripping your skin... Panic begins to. .. In time, we’d all realize it was hopeless, drift apart and each find something on our own that wasn’t so damn complicated... Maybe that would be for the best, after all, I wondered, even as my entire being fought against this horrific idea.Perhaps that was the real reason for Heather leaving. To find something simpler, and to let Lara and me do the same. The promise of finding Truth was, after all, a false guarantee. Nothing like that could be assured, and it even seemed to be driving the. It was all about his pleasure. ?Yeah fucker,you wanted this for a long time.? ?I noticed you watching me when youthough no one was watching.? ?Well now you can have me again, and thistime it?s not about your ass, it?s about my cock and me unloading my jizzinto your guts.?I braced myself against the wall and took all he had to give. I could smellthe stink of shit as he worked my still messy hole. I wished I had mypoppers to help with the experience, but I couldn?t risk having them atwork. . I’m certain that I was not at fault but I guess I was stuck here for a while. I suppose there are worse places to be stuck as Helen was great entertainment, and if you discount Billy Bob’s stories which while interesting were very bizarre. Thus begins day three of my adventures in Little Beaver Creek, Georgia.I called the county highway office to enquire as to the condition of the roads. I listened to a recording giving a little encouragement that today would be better but not quite perfect. BB.