The bulbs resonated heat making the room stifling.knelt in the middle of the cellar room was Cassandra. The blonde beauty was still duct gagged her ar...s tied behind her back her blouse on but also still ripped open. Her long heeled legs were under her tight grey skirt showing her tensed thighs as she waited patiently for new orders. She seemed to be making no effort to escape the whole experience detaching her from reality.Not far from the knelling Cassandra was a big workbench strewn with. I took my time. There was no rush, I was in no rush, the feeling was too great to rush. Pause, pull back, ease down: Two steps forward, one step back. Deeper, one little bit at a time. That is until it hit my cervix. Crazy, but he was still not all the way in. I was amazed. I pressed down harder, but it was not working, not yet. I knew I had to work it for a bit.“You feel so nice Garret. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I knew he wouldn’t answer, nor would he, even if I asked him when he was. There were even a few glowing comments from his teachers about the improvement in his behavior and his work habits.I still wasn't convinced that this was anything but a plot. I just didn't know what it was that he was plotting.My suspicions grew when my grandfather called to tell my parents that they were giving them a present for their upcoming twentieth anniversary. They had purchased a two week Panama Canal cruise for them. As soon as I heard about it I began to wonder if Jeff had somehow. She kissed him passionately as her hands found their way into his robe. She reached through, and found what she was looking for. His member was semi-erect already, and she gave it a gentle squeeze. "It appears that I'm over dressed." She commented breaking the kiss and sliding past him through the door.Once inside, he grabbed her from behind scooping her up in his arms, and headed for the upstairs. She was like a feather in his arms, she felt safe, and sexy, and lustful. Once they entered the.