" Then Ben moved the coffee table out of the way and slid Keisha's body down in a lying position on the sofa. He kneeled on the floor and positioned h...s body between her young, tight, beautiful black legs. Keisha was not able to see what Ben was doing at the time but she did notice that one hand was downward towards Ben's cock. She figured that he was jerking himself off this time. "I can't believe how beautiful you are all over, baby.", he told Keisha. "You have beautiful black legs, lovely. What was happening to him?Caleb's mind replayed the scene at the crash site, almost unbidden, but apparently in answer to his mental question. The strange conversation that seemed to be all in his head could be written off as shock. The sudden blinding headache and full feeling in his head could be written off as breathing some unknowable fumes from the burning material. His awareness of people couldn't be written off as a figment of his imagination. That was real. He was observant enough to. He laid her tenderly on the flat top of the rack, her body like a limp rag, her mind in limbo, not wanting to function, his for the taking. He attached the ropes to wrists and ankles spinning the winders till the slack had gone. The ratchets clicking as the capstan revolved, she was tight on the ropes now, spread unable to move as she realised her predicament she returned to full consciousness. He kissed her, reassuring her he would not go too far, then adding another click to each capstan,. . I got into it, after a while, began to see that this actually could be a more socially beneficial use of the concept than anything we'd been working on to date.Wouldn't make us anything like as much money, of course, but...I think I began to realise that Germany was ... well ... another country ... when we all got back to the hotel. Or maybe just that Germans did things differently ... or maybe, in retrospect, just that Beate and Rainer did things differently ... Whatever. While I admit that.