I tried to work back through the events of the day to put together what had sparked this idea, and maybe work out what it was my subconscious was bugg...ng me about.I had seen the fight, and it had sparked memories of my tussle with the group of men. Then there came the stones, and I hid under the desk. I had been thinking how if only I could be normal looking, I wouldn't have the problems I had. But there was no way I could hide my face. I might possibly get away with wearing gloves all the time. As I got to my knees, preparing to position myself to fuck her again, she rolled over on her stomach. “Lick me,” she said daringly, with her face back to me. She rose to her knees, and I leaned forward. I kissed her buttocks and then moved closer to the dark divide of her ass. I spread her cheeks with my hands and kissed her sphincter and she gasped. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her crack and she put her head down on the bed, sighing, “Yeah, that’s what I like.” I was trying to. Miss Cathy brought me up to date on their plans for me."Now we are going to untie you. You wont cause any trouble will you?"I shook my head no, I know when I don't have any cards to play. Not only do they have me helpless, have pictures,but either girl would be tough for me to handle physically, being good firm farm girls.And, with both of them here, they could have me down and tied again easily."I'll do whatever you say." Good, now first move easily since I figure you will be sore and kind of. Yet… I couldn’t wait till morning to find out. I tentatively reached out with a trembling hand. I nearly dropped the envelope when I saw the writing. Calligraphy so delicate, so purposeful, and so unique had been the ace up his sleeve. No girl could reject such beauty. I knew the letter must be from Stone.But why would he contact me now? Why, after twenty years?I ran fingers over the smooth envelope, tracing the grooves of the writing, frustrated by the lack of a return address. Memories of him.