"And so there I was on a Saturday afternoon sitting in a two by fourcottage in Albany County New York, one step away from flat broke,dressed in a bras...iere, panties and a woman's running suit andwondering what would happen next. All I could imagine was that thedoorbell would ring and it would be the Welcome Wagon. I shook myhead, wandered into the kitchen to investigate what resources I had andmake a cup of coffee.My thoughts turned to escape of course. I had been left with a smallfund that I. "I did not want to lose any more time but i decided to be a good guest and accepted and followed her into the house."Hey maybe we should get changed first." She said."Yeah that sounds like a good idea I'm soaked." I then began walking up the steps towards our rooms when suddenly i fell backwards, and in the panic the first thing i grabbed was her right boob and fell right on top of her.Not realizing what I did aunt taylor started to laugh."Mind letting go of my boob? It's sensitive ya know.". I think we need to have a talk."I had the same, uneasy "Oh crap! Now, what?" feeling that I used to have when I got summoned to the principal's office as a kid.Sheila turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed her into the cabin's great room. If the cabin had looked large from the outside, it looked like it went on forever standing in the middle of the hall. It was enormous. A massive freestanding stone fireplace dominated the center of the room, and a blazing fire radiated. Lisa quickly forced the gagbetween my teeth. In short order, Lisa had the straps of the gag buckledtight and a padlock, locking the buckle closed.The gag felt awful, and tasted worse. It was so large that Lisa reallyhad to force it in and, after she had, my mouth seemed to snap tightlyclosed around it. It was wedged behind my teeth and, even without thelocked strap holding it in, I would have difficulty getting the thingout again.I tried to shout a protest, not that it would have done me any.