With a soft test she found it worked exactly as intended, a simple little hum came from her attempts to make any meaningful sound at a volume level th...t you would be strained to hear feet away...even if she wanted no one would hear her outside of her house.She was silenced.The next instruction was a bit more foreign to her, but she knew she had to follow it or risk disappointing him. Spreading her legs slowly, she set to work with the duct tape. A first strip was laid over her pussy, straight. Jill. Come on, breakfast. Mom wants to talk to us."I was able to get out a fairly understandable "In a minute, Mary."I reached over to get my underpants but they felt stiff."I used them to clean you up last night."Jill was sitting up, slipping her nightgown back on. I got out of bed and hopped on one foot, then the other, putting on my shorts. I went over to the wardrobe and found a t-shirt and slipped it on. I noticed Jill had on her robe and fuzzy slippers as she slipped out the door.I went. " Bertuccio sighed, and went on first; the stairs did, indeed, lead to the garden. At the outer door the steward paused. "Go on, Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count. But he who was addressed stood there, stupefied, bewildered, stunned; his haggard eyes glanced around, as if in search of the traces of some terrible event, and with his clinched hands he seemed striving to shut out horrible recollections. "Well," insisted the Count. "No, no," cried Bertuccio, setting down the lantern at the angle. Marie was embarrassed “Maryann easy and it’s none of your business where he went or with whom, what has gotten into you?”“I was just worried he was okay” “Well for your information, I was at my cabin with nobody and I slept and read and was just lazy” He smiled at both of them. “but your concern is appreciated”. He had thought a lot about the ladies the last days and he actually missed their company. Here they were in shorts and tank tops looking very sexy, both of them..