..” Stopping in mid-sentence, “Yeah, I can see what you mean, I suppose. A few people can’t really study a whole planet. So ... I imagine the pr...soners here are the exploration team, more or less. If something kills all of us off, I suppose someone would notice and maybe want to figure out why. Otherwise, they just don’t give a shit.”A frustrated Jasmine was quiet for a moment as she again tried consciously to still the trembling in her hands, with limited success. “You have to remember that. Only in the poorest possible taste of course. The house had, they told me, been built by their grandfather, and in those days there was a covenant on each plot that said the construction must cost £2000 or more. In other words the knobs were going to keep the riff-raff out. Now, you might think that ‘knobs’ and ‘riff-raff’ refer to aristocracy and others, but you’d be wrong. All the ‘knobs’ were ‘in trade’, the butcher, the baker and their ilk, true aristos wouldn’t have anything to do with a. She had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed, leaving me to be their helpless prisoner.My eyes snapped back to Clare's whose own eyes were gleaming with mischief and a smile to match. "Oh, this is going to be fun. I never get to be in charge with that one." She stated, nodding towards Elise. "You ok with this Alicia?"I could only nod. I was already a horny mess from earlier and the handcuffs only amplified that. I was a prisoner in the handcuffs but at the same time I felt free. It. “What’s so funny?” I asked.“Nothing,” she giggled. “I’m just happy to meet you in person.The waitress soon brought us glasses of white wine and we shared a plate of calamari as an appetizer. I know that we both had main courses too, but I have no idea what I ordered. Denise was truly stunning and, despite my best intentions, I couldn’t help glancing at her chest repeatedly. I silently prayed that she didn’t notice and think me a pervert. I might have fit that description, but I didn’t want her.