My own eighteen-year marriage was hitting the rocks, and their home was a sanctuary where I could completely relax and enjoy the company of local musi...ians and singers.On the odd occasion when there was just the three of us, I waited for Donny's signal to instigate a threesome, but alas none was forthcoming. I remember thinking that perhaps Sam had forgotten our fuck in the hotel bathroom that night, and blamed the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed, for her memory loss. She even drove. For what, did he intend to secure her to it and then rape her? There was a table next to the X, against the wall, what was it there for? Then she saw him, there was Thomas, plain as day in her eyes and now standing beside her dad. He looked at her and smiled."Did your father secure your mother and then whip her to get his jollies off?" he asked her. "That is what he is going to do to you. On the table here is a bullwhip and a cat-o'-nine-tails whip." Sarah just looked at him. "No your father. ?? ?Not one word, you little bitch, you will doexactly what we say,? the man said.? No way, leave me alone, I?m going home andI will call the police to close this place down,? I answered. ?Oh, no youwon?t. You belong to us now, you little whore. Hank lets tie her up?, sheordered. I saw Hank grab some ropes and a gag ball and I backed away. ?No leaveme alone, please, I want to go home?, I answered. The heavy man stepped forwardtoward me.? Hank, wait, I really need to piss. You tie her up, while. She found her robe and covered her body as Harry laid the tray carefully on the bed. ‘Help yourself babe,’ he told her. All that Helen could do was fold her arms in disgust, not just for herself for letting things get out of control, but also for Harry for letting it happen. ‘There are still a few people here.’ He explained, tucking into the greasy sandwich. ‘That Australian girl made the breakfast for us.’ That Australian student was the problem. She had manipulated both her and Harry to take.