My cookie jar was crammed full of dough and I mean the paper kind, not the flour.This newest assignment was for a single toddler and the parents were ...he heavy drinking type that had a cocktail the minute they came in the door after work. They both worked and I had a suspicion that they were both fooling around in the workplace with their amorous co-workers and that was why neither of them would go to the other’s Christmas party for fear the beans would get spilled and some sort of drama would. . you staylike that all night, chained to the foot of the bed, helpless andhorny... and I keep you in chastity until... oh.. whenever."She laughs, taking up my lead. "You look embarrassed... come on, let'sget started..." and I follow her helplessly through to the bedroom.When we're in there, she turns me round roughly pushing me until I canfeel the edge of the bed behind my legs then... she pushes me and I fallface up into the soft bed clothesIt's lucky its soft as my bound arms force me to. I planned to start the aspirin a day regiment immediately. It might not help, but it sure as hell couldn't hurt. Unless I got shot of course. I was actually more afraid of a stroke from the jungle jaunt, than being shot. Hey I knew even then, that I was no spring chicken.Martin began the meeting slightly before ten. "Okay, I talked to the admiral last night and the scout plane and pilot will be at the air base today sometime. I'm going out to meet him and bring him here to meet you guys. The. "You wait," he said, "one day..." He watched her leotard-covered bottom wiggle its way to the ladies changing area. A minute or so later, having finished his morning workout, Sven, holding his towel carefully and strategically, also went to get changed.As he showered, Sven mused over Jay. Younger than he, she had taken to flirting outrageously on the odd times their paths crossed. Usually, she only treated him like this when the gym was fairly quiet, but this morning there had been others.