But I was able to be understood, and as I had been spending my days absorbed in reading the latest French writings, I was able to discuss many of the ...en of letters of the day. Surprisingly, Marie Louise was as knowledgeable, and perhaps more so, than I. In this way, she reminded me of Elizabeth.After lunch, I walked with her to her uncle's house. At the door she stopped and said, "My uncle is having a salon this evening. I would be glad if you could join us." I should be delighted. At what. The beds were separate and I didn't have any C-clamps with me so I asked her if she had some rope or cord and she looked at me really oddly. "Are you in to bondage?" I laughed, seeing how she misunderstood my question. "No, I wanted to move the beds together and tie them together, not us." "I…I don't think so but I have a roll of duct tape. My dad won't let me go anywhere without it," she laughed. I asked her to get it while I slid one bed across to the other then pulled the mattresses apart. I watched as they took turns, each trying to hold back but before long loosing their loads with a groan or a grunt of climaxing bliss. The fact that I wasn't taking turns fucking her was building a certain level of sexual tension in me as I watched them start on getting thirds with her. I was saying under my breath "Yea, you fuck her, fuck her real good" to the guys and "You little fuck slut, you just enjoy letting them fuck you don't you?" to my willing wife. With the costume, makeup, and ears. “What did you do to him?!?” Amy cried out angrily.“Nothing ... yet. What we will do to him, is the same thing that we will do to you and your mother. Unlike him though, you will be made to serve us and obey, as you did before that boy’s interference,” Wayne stated haughtily.“I would rather die than become a slave to you again! I don’t remember everything that happened, but I remember being here before. What the fuck did you do to me?!?” Eva demanded.“You are in no position to be making demands.