”She stuck her tongue out and moved out the door before I could say anything.Yeah, I’m dumb all right. She had that one right. I closed the journa... and locked it in my box. I’d have to figure out a plan because the box was basically full.Speaking of plans, I had to figure out what to do when I talked to Becky. Jennifer had said ‘Go figure things out with Becky’. That was easier said than done. But I knew Jennifer knew that. She knew I was torn. She knew I loved Becky. She knew Becky loved me.. Then it was the metal collarbeing fastened round my neck, and finally that horrible leather maskstrapped round my face.I hadn't realized there was an additional feature of a leather insertwhich went into my mouth, to stop my tongue from moving. That bitchBarbara saw Dorothy's camera still on the table, and said, "Hey, I gottahave a picture of this poor bastard being got up as me -- what a hoot forthe guys back home, eh?"My loathing of her reached an all-time high at that moment, but what todo. "But let me make one minor modification," Smith said. I felt him undo the padlock and remove the cable. He ran the end of the cable through my other ring before reconnecting it to the padlock and locking it back."Much more effective," Smith said, smugly. "And much more aesthetically pleasing, wouldn't you say?" Yeah. That works." Then I think we can give her legs back."Jones' switchblade came out with a snick and he cut the tape holding my legs. When he peeled it off I tried to straighten them. ”Anita leaned back in the tub again. “It was worth it,” she sighed.Looking down at his wife, John’s penis began to stir to life. As it slowly rose to half mast, he asked, “Want some company?”Anita opened her eyes and looked at her husband’s rampant nakedness. Laughing, she said, “In here? There’s not enough room!”“Sure?”She flicked some bubbles at him. “I’m sure. Go take a shower.” John grumpily turned and headed for the shower. Anita noticed that his cock was now fully erect and showed no.