These past 6 months I have meticulously tried to predict every possible scenario and outcome to everything. The first suggestion I have is that you sh...uld never, ever talk to people during rescue missions." What, why ever not?" Your accent, it can be traced back to here. David has even told me about software that can match voiceprints, and that soon we could be identified by our voices, like DNA, so no talking. I have tried to find a way of disguising your voice, I even contemplated that you. What the hell, just another round of golf, right?As we were sitting at the bar this smoking hot thirtyish red head came up, stood next to me and said."Are you Tom Watson?" It depends on which one you are looking for." I replied."I'm looking for the one that knows Dr. Susan Frost very, very well." She smiled."Ma'am you have purely struck gold then." I smiled. My brother was trying mightily not to drool, but I don't believe either one of us was succeeding. "How may I help you?" Well, Susan said I. So I took of her leash but as I was about to take of her neckcuff she stopped me and said that she wanted more and would get some new clothes.So I waited and looked at the time.It was 9am when she asked me about the whole thing.It was now 13:35 pm!She came back a few minutes later wearing only the neckcuff and a pair of small panties that left very little for imagination. She was also carrying the Bondage box with all our toys.-Shall we continue then master?-Yes, now kneel before me.She kneeled. Eventually I came around to findmyself stripped naked, except for a pair of black stockings andsuspenders, strapped down to a bed in a small dark cell-like room. Myeyes slowly adjusting to the light I was amazed to discover standingbefore me my 30 year old Personal Assistant Ms Jones, and a youngblack man aged about 20 or so, who I think was called Wayne worked asa security guard at my office."Release me now," I demanded, trying to sound assertive in theunlikely position of being strapped naked.