The belay is thirty or forty feet above him and the ground is easy angled, less than a minute to get there with the body he had a few moments ago. Now...it isn’t possible. Can Duncan rig a hoist? A shouted conversation reveals that he can’t… ‘I can do this…’ The situation is simple. They are alone and tied together. One of them is hanging injured below the belay and the other is holding him there on the rope. It will be night soon and neither of them has bivouac gear. If they remain as they are. On one occasion, I came home to find the police in the house looking for my brother and asking Sarah as to his whereabouts. The poor girl had no idea where he was, I could tell they didn't believe her. Good job I turned up. They decided to question me instead. Sarah went off to another room and I just simply told them he's probably off looking for his next fix so he could be anywhere. They took that in, considering they know of his habit. He was once arrested for being under the influence. Once. He looked a little embarrassed but I just laughed it off. Before I knew it he was standing in front of me with a massive 10 inch boner. I stood up and grabbed my towel and started making my way to the showers but before I could leave the room he yelled out "stop, now its my turn." I gulped and feeling kind of embarrassed, I made my way back to the bench where he was now sitting. I stood in front of him, my boxer brief' s still on and looked at him, he smiled, then pulled them down to my ankles.. There was a thin chain around her waist, fastened by a small padlock. Itwas so tight that the chain almost disappeared into her flesh. A second chainaffixed to the waist chain passed between the crack in her ass and the foldsof her labia, eventually locking at her waist just below her navel. This chainwas tight also, and served to hold the implements of her arousal buried deeplyinside her two pink holes. Wires ran from both to a small control box. It was,of course, microprocessor controlled,.