Then Danielle set to work pulling them back up, one at a time, and tying them off to the table legs near Sandrine’s head. When she was done Sandrine...looked like she had her legs up and wide open, ready to be fucked. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her head hung off the end of the table. Sandrine tested her bonds, but she could not move at all. Sandrine’s wide open pussy was pointed directly at her audience. They sat at their ease in the living room, pulling on a beer from time to time,. Sure enough Iris invaded his senses.He glanced at his watch, and saw that it was almost lunch time.Iris was typing up a report when James walked out of his office; he walked across to the door, and dropped the catch and pulled down the blind."Put the phone on the answering service, and then come into my office, please, Iris." he marched back into his office without bothering to see if she would obey, he knew that she would.His tone was stiff, and almost alien, but the note of authority was. On my way there, I thought about our past relationship. I hadn't slept with another woman since I had broken up with her, but I prepared myself for the fact that she had probably had another partner. She was a sex addict, and I doubt she had waited a year for me to come back. I arrived at her place and knocked on the door. She opened it, looking better than the visions of her I had been jacking off to for a year. She invited me in, and we caught up with each other's lives for a bit. When that. There was, of course, the obligatory sidebar story about the odd things that happen in the desert, UFO sightings, Area 51. The Enquirer even used the drawing of a Grey, when a UFO hunter patrolling elsewhere in Nevada claimed to have seen a UFO that evening, though the U.S. Air Force denied anything unusual had been sensed. To the scientists and naturalists of the National Park Service, it was a celestial event, but a more mundane one… just a spectacular meteor whose impact site would forever.