It seemed to her the musk of her cream filled the room. The atmosphere of tension and ogling of her tease had the blonde crooning to the music, floati...g on their lusting stares, tingling with her sexy exhibition. She luxuriated in the attention of their desire for her.She made the removal of the g string last ten minutes. She would push the elastic down, flashing her pussy, then cover it again. Each time it seemed to her the tension in the room increased. She turned around and did the same. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes. It was difficult to tell without the aid of sight. She was amazed how time seemed to stand still in the darkness. Next she felt the cool softness of silk being laced around her wrists. She had fantasized of this often, but now it was real. Her body tensed as she felt him stretch each arm above her, fastening her snugly to the headboard. She pulled back, testing the bonds. She was helpless. He rose up on his knees between her legs and admired her. He grazed his. Once at his desk, Bahn called the FBI field office in Buffalo and, after a good deal of time on hold, his call was taken by a man who identified himself as Special Agent Sam Lester."What can we do for you Inspector Bahn?" came his voice in the receiver."I'm investigating a series of killings over here for CSIS." Oh, yeah. The one who killed that judge and the member of parliament and the Toronto councilperson. We caught wind of that over here. Tied 'em to chairs and lobbed off their pricks,. Pernilla was tired when we arrived, so tired that she didn’t even accuse me of trying to feel up her tits when I helped her take of her backpack. She did complain when I forced her to stretch though. Dinner was once again silent and I washed up while Pernilla slept. From Kisuris to Låddejåkkå is long day’s hike for a beginner, twenty-three kilometres and I was concerned that Pernilla wouldn’t make it in one day. She was adamant though that she wasn’t going back over that bridge alone. I was.