The car door was opened quickly as I was grabbed by the arm, dragged from the car, then practically bodily lifted up the mountainous marble stairs. I ...ried to fight them but it was useless and pointless, I was a woman in an Arab country; I was worth less than a goat here. I was sat in the same lounge as I saw the first time I had visited with my uncle, the doors were locked and I was alone for the first time in my life. I was scared shitless. Hours passed before I heard any movement; a side. He groped for the door, stumbling with her along as baggage. She unfastened his belt ( how he wasn't sure ( and went for the button to his pants. He kicked out the door's stopper. She threw the bolt, as if they had practiced it. She refused to be let down, clinging to him like a child.Giggling playfully, she held him closer to her as his pants fell down around his knees and he staggered, almost falling over."No," she protested, as he tried to lower her onto a bar stool."No," again when he aimed. I’m excited now you can bet, more confident as well because I’ve made him helpless so quickly. Even though his lower arms are still free, he’s face down so he can’t move them very much. Before he has time to figure out what to do, I put a loop of rope round each of his wrists and bring the ends together behind him. Now I slacken the roller so I can drag his hands together half way up his back. He’s bucking a bit and making as much noise as he can but he can’t stop me binding. Lexi wondered how long she had been waiting there.“I saw your dad on his way out this morning,” said Annalise. “He said he’d be gone a couple of days, so I thought I’d bring you something to eat.” She indicated the casserole in her hands, which appeared to contain roasted chicken.Lexi felt pretty sure that this was not the real reason for Annalise’s visit. Despite the coldness of the day, the older woman was wearing a light blouse that showed off her cleavage, and her nipples were pointing.