‘It’s not like Béla’s blood will let me die of cancer... ‘ she reasoned.But she didn’t smoke for the pleasure of the drug. Instead, she wou...d lie in bed and light the little white cylinder, take a few puffs, then she would press the lit end against some part of her body, usually one of her nipples or her clitoris, crying out in pleasure as she came.Not satisfied with that, she took one of Frank’s cotton undershirts while he was at work and slashed it lengthwise into long strands. Then she tied. While we did our hair and makeup, Cami told me about the restaurant we would go to for lunch. She told me that I would go with my wrists cuffed behind my back, but I did not have to wear a vibe in my pussy or crotch rope. Out in her bedroom, I found the clothes I was to wear. There was a black halter top, a pair of purple satin panties and a short sexy black miniskirt that hung on my hips. We both wore sensible sandals for walking. Cami wore matching blue short shorts and halter top, and we. This place was small! The biggest thing in the room minus a table and small sofa near the TV was the bed. It was a full-size bed, so it was a little smaller than a tiny queen bed. He didn't waste any time and led me right over to the bed. Even though he was older, and a little heavy, Jack was not timid. This clearly was not his first time, which I was thankful for. The top to my bikini was off as the screen door banged shut and the entry door slammed behind us! “So beautiful so beautiful,” he. He’d been unconscious for almost three hours. Batman had to be out looking for him by now. But looking where?For the next twenty minutes that thought dominated his thinking. Without that utility belt, it was going to be pure chance that he was found. Could his captor have already left, abandoning him here. If that was the case, he might never be found.That morbid concept was suddenly interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the roof. Followed by the appearance of a dark form at the edge.