There was a collar around her neck and a copper chain that was attached to a spike that had been hammered into the rock. He checked it and had no idea...how to get her free.“Please, get me out of here,” she begged. Her jaw was throbbing in pain.“How’s your jaw?” Mike asked checking her over. The entire left side of her face was horribly swollen.“It hurts, but I don’t think it is broken. I can still move it a little,” Erica answered.Mike pulled out a knife and set it against one of the links of. She decided an ass-to-ass passage was best and turned against the wall as she moved past him. As she did her skirt rode up, exposing her bare arse cheek that brushed along Jamie’s trousers. She immediately turned her head to check and luckily he didn’t notice. She quickly hitched her skirt before he turned around. “Er, how’s life down in Merchandising?” Jamie coughed. “The height of excitement – this week we have photographed over 10,000 light bulbs for the new catalog” quipped Amanda. She. That night at dinner I announced I would be in charge of the entire next day. They could like it or not, tuff shit. I told them they could call their friends and cancel any plans, as I was not taking "No" as an answer from either one of them. I would give them the itinerary, their instructions and their clothing in the morning. That raised at least one eyebrow. Then I left the house. I didn't want to take a chance on either one of them talking me out of it or digging out the surprises I had in. I took the skirt from Lisa and nearly jumped into it,pulling it up over my hips, feeling the soft satin lining slide past mynyloned knees. Lisa got behind me and guided my blouse into thewaistband for me, then I felt her close the back button and pulling upthe zipper.I tried to reach behind me to feel the way the skirt smoothed over mybackside, but before I knew it, however, Lisa was pulling it back up--wayup. It was bunched around my hips as Lisa tugged down on the tails of myblouse, pulling.