She was much younger than peter and knew he enjoyed looking at her firm body. A strong hand gripped her left ankle she felt her leg pulled towards the...foot board then released, she tested it, yes he had clipped her ankle to the restaint. Now the other leg, she feigned resistance pulling against his grip but to no avail he had her at his mercy again..She stiffled her grin but could feel her heart speed up and her pussy start to moisten.Seconds became minutes as she lay her breasts exposed her. Cecilia stood at the top of the steps, her arms spread wide to prevent him from going any further.“Garrett.” The man on the front walk wore a black blazer over a white button up shirt with dark jeans. His hair was combed back, his gaze predatory.“Call off your watch dog. I’m only here to talk.”“I’ve got this, Cecilia.” The banshee threw Emily a dirty look before vanishing. “I thought I told you never to come back again.”“Well, I’ve changed my mind.” Garrett’s face was particularly smug today.. It wasn't that I had disproved anything in my thesis. I just was investigating the wrong thing.I did note that what I had investigated was not a cult, as much as it was a cabal organized and run mostly by women, for women, successfully taking advantages of the natural weaknesses of men.Cornie wrote back two days before I gave birth to Lily (7 lb, 3 oz.) that I had a microeconomic response to a macro pressure. The response was highly successful but constrained due to self-limiting factors. He. Even the VW plant here is going down for a few days. Did you call Wendy about lunch tomorrow?" Oh, yes. That was the other thing I wanted to tell you. She's invited me and several women from the church to her house for lunch. I promised to take a pasta salad." That's good. It'll give you a chance to talk and meet a lot of new friends. You'll probably be there all afternoon." I hope so. The ladies seemed really nice when I met them Sunday." Oh, I just remembered. Tomorrow is Wednesday. We have.