” I said to myself. I felt contented with idea that she possibly felt the same as me, and I was not at all inclined to jerk-off again. “It’s so...unladylike!” I thought to myself. As I lay there, oblivious to the TV programme playing on low volume and feeling contented with my evenings accomplishments, I drifted into a deep sleep. ---- At the sound of a key in the front door, I leapt up and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. “Fuck!” I yelled internally. I looked at my watch. Bernie says, “Well, I’m not sure how to ask this.”I tell him, “Well, just spit it out.”Bernie asks, “If Ben’s still there I was wondering if he would consider being my best man.”Ben replies, “No problem Bernie as long as I can wear my dress blues like I did at my wedding.”Bernie says, “Thanks Ben and your Marine uniform will be fine.”Present – Thom – Heading back to the tunnelsI feel that my meeting with Inga went well but it ended a little more physically than I anticipated. The kiss she gave. Bound in a reverse prayer, her arms had been rendered useless, and a taut chain fixed her collared neck to a ring in the wall. Normally the victim hadn't ever been subjected to real slave-play before, so it was highly obliging to give her the opportunity to experience the sensation of long-term gagging: a penis-shaped silencer would be filling her mouth most nicely, and its head harness gave a taste of how wonderfully restrictive face-bondage could be. During the whole journey almost her full. "Nodding his head to them, he turned and walked to his guards and went out the door.Out in New York, Ambassador Chandler was sitting at his desk in his office; his fingers were tapping through a file called "1992". It was filled with thousands of pictures. After seven hours of tapping the keyboard, his finger hit the next item. His blood went cold as he looked into his wife's eyes. Tears started running down his face as he reached over and picked up the cell phone. Quickly, he hit the speed.