‘Calm down, Linnea. What’s wrong?’ I thought I heard faint giggling in the background, but it probably was just the television. ‘My outfit!’...I wailed. ‘I invited them to this stupid bar like you suggested, and now I don’t have anything to wear! I can’t believe you took my clothes! This is such a disaster!’ ‘Just take a deep breath, listen to my voice, and relax,’ Stacey suggested. I bit back the urge to scream it wouldn’t help, and tried to do what she suggested. ‘This is a big problem,’ I. Which brings us to the reason for our urgently disturbing your rest, discussions something inappropriate that happened elsewhere.”Both detectives tag-teamed the questions about her, now, ex-boyfriend. When they finished, she explained about how he screwed her over yesterday. She didn’t say it was her sister that she found him fucking in the bed next to her.Even with her sister being the cause of her misery, she protected her sister. That is a good big sister.It didn’t matter as they had. It was secure in the concrete, and my limits of movement were about 5 feet. I could stand in place just above its anchor, or by lying on the floor extend out about five feet. Enough to reach the water bowl, but not much else. I lapped water and sat in the dark, my arms on my knees. Without something behind me supporting my back, I was uncomfortable, and lay down on my side, and then on my back. My chain clinked as I moved. I raised my knees. My eyes adjusted to the darkness very slowly, and I. Or seen.It took only a little over thirty seconds for her to reach her first orgasm. “No,” she called out, “it’s too much. It’s too much.” But if anything, the noise got louder and the motion got faster. She soon screamed out her second orgasm.“How long must she stay on there?” I asked Shelly. “What if it actually hurts her... I mean harms her?”“The normal punishment on the pole is twenty orgasms,” Shelly answered.“And her safe word is Cherokee,” Dianne said calmly, “...should something go.