”“Lady, I’m not following you. I run here all the time. You just happened to be here today.”I gave him a quick once-over as we rounded a curve... He had a lean runner’s body, so maybe that part was the truth. But I still got a sense of something off-kilter and my guard wasn’t going down just yet.He spoke again. “Look, race me to the lake and we’ll talk this out when we get there.”The lake was just another mile or so away. It gave some semblance of truth to his explanation. The lake was. Why don’t we get a cup of coffee and talk for a while if you like? Would you like that?” “I’d like that. Where should we go? We could go to that Starbucks or the quiet place across the street. It’s right behind the main drag.” “You lead the way, let’s go to the quiet place. Starbucks is full of kids.” (Boy, I’m glad he said the quiet place. I feel safe in there. You know, safe from prying eyes...) “So, tell me about yourself, tell me if you’re happy, and about your “sort of husband” Phil?”. "On the chair, here, please," he said picking up Ilsa's discarded dress and underwear. She sat down.Cleg tied her wrists to the heavy arms of the chair using her stockings. She yelped as he pulled the knots tight. Clegg was less than sympathetic. He pulled them tighter still.He tore two strips of cloth from her dress and used them to fasten her ankles one to each of the two front legs of the chair. With Ilsa helplessly bound, Clegg turned to pick up her handbag. He emptied out the contents on. "Not as big as his cock, eh Deb? His fingers, I mean … they're not as big as that cock that you'll be feeling soon?" No … you're right … about that. I'll have his big cock soon, John." Sounds like you're ready, Deb. Are you ready for it now?" Yes … I want it now." Then tell him, Deb. Tell Martin to stick that big cock of his in you now. Go on, tell him Deb."Deborah's hand came down off Martin's head and he came up for air. She reached forward with the one hand and began tugging frantically at.