"Oh, face up, I think," the man said. "Got any nipple clamps?"Nipple clamps?!"On the wall, over there," the woman pointed."Ta."They undid the cuffs an... cuffed me in front, picked me up and put me on another ... horse? On my back. It was just long enough my head hung off one end and my tail off the other. They buckled me down again. With my legs spread and dangling it was not comfortable. Then they fastened my ankles to ropes hanging from the ceiling and removed the bar. I was wide spread with. Instead, she felt the door opening inward just as she was leaning against it to listen. She fell into her father's arms. He had on only boxer shorts and pulled her to him to steady her. She pressed against him, feeling her tits rub up against his naked chest. It sent a thrill up her and she looked up into his eyes, then over to the bed. Her mother was sprawled casually on top of the covers, wearing a thin sheer robe, her knees bent and a magazine perched on her knees. She looked casually over. “I didn’t know my dad was hunting for a hidden treasure at the time. He never told me about it before he died. Aunt Virginia told Joey and me the story just before I left home for college,” she said. “I was born near Cairo during the Egypt-Israeli 7-Day War. My mother was killed in an air raid. Aunt Virginia raised me, but Dad went back to the Middle East—first Iraq and then Iran. That’s where he met and married Lily. He brought her back to the U.S. where Yousef—Joey—was born. He parked them. ” Her sarcasm was palpable. I slid the paper in front of Sarah. “No,” I said. “She’s your friend, not mine. I’m not calling her. If you want me to fuck her, then you bring her over here again and I’ll enjoy you both, together. Not her and me alone.” Sarah stared down at her coffee for several seconds. “Good answer,” she said with a little smile as she looked up at me. She took a few more sips of her coffee and stood up. “I’m going back to bed,” she indicated as she walked away. Part way to her.