I was going to say something sarcastic about finding burn marks near the site of a building fire, when I saw what he was indicating- a blackened divot...in the ground a half-inch deep, like something had burned away the stone itself, making a sinuous, halting trail away (or toward) the ruin and heading off (or coming from) across the street and down an alley.“What do you make of it?” I asked.He shrugged. “I thought you were supposed to be the smart guy, smart guy. I just work here.”“Oooh, we’re. My tits were hanging off of one side, my ass on the other. Don tied my legs to the legs of the stool and put a spreader bar just above my ankles to keep me from closing my legs. He then tied my arms to the other legs. Completely helpless now, I look up to see that Don has not closed the garage door, and that anyone driving around the Cul-de-sac is going to be able to see me in this precarious position. Don told me not to worry, that anyone driving by wouldn't be able to see into the garage. When it became common knowledge I could most likely be found there some of my old friends began meeting me there. About the fourth or fifth evening I was there Linda came into the place with some of her teacher friends. When she saw me she smiled and walked over to sit at my table. Her whole face lit up when she smiled. She was so beautiful. Her friends weren't any slouches when it came to beauty either. I did notice one rather obnoxious man who sat on the other side of Linda and tried to. You tighten them as tight as they will go around my hard nipples, god they hurt but in such a good way. I can feel my juices starting to flow down my thighs from just this, you know how much it turns me on. You rest back leaning on your arm looking at your handy work smiling. I come to you and kiss you deeply, tongues fighting with each other. I push you back down to the bed and straddle you. I'm sliding my pussy over your hard cock, god you feel so good on my clit, I almost cum from so little.