“Better getting a call-out for a pair of faulty handcuffs than a serious accident or something far worse!” He told her. The whole thing had been s... embarrassing. Denny, her husband had bought some handcuffs as part of her thirtieth birthday treat so that they could try out a bondage fantasy but the key didn’t fit. The trouble was that they were already attached to Megan’s wrists before they discovered it. Her hands were firmly secured behind her back and they couldn’t get her free. He tried to. "Are you all right?" Jake asked, anxious for her to respond in some manner.Béla nodded, still too breathless to speak. She was lying with her legs flat on the ground. But her knees were bent, as she'd been kneeling when she fell backwards. Jake stared down at her bleeding body, knowing with complete certainty that he'd never seen anything so erotic in his life as Béla, lying there with those arrows sticking out of those little, bleeding holes in her stomach.Reaching into his quiver, Jake pulled. “Thanks Sammy, we'll touch base that Friday in case we have to flexible on the time.” “No worries daddy, you just focus on your plan so everything goes smooth. I know how much you hate it when one of your grand scenarios goes wonky!” Sammy said with a giggle. Sam struggled to suppress an erection as the details of Operation Labor day spun through his head.August 25, 2010:After returning the disc to the bank, Sam fabricated an on site client consult and took off for Panama City. After having. Not that she regretted that decision; she considered Zsofia a friend, even if she was at times a bit strange. But that was more or less expected of a Tri Omega; being strange was kind of their thing."I think you're scrumptious," Zsofia said, "but I've got something to add to it." You do?"Zsofia smiled, that strange, tempting smile, and guided Sondra over to her mirror. With both of them watching Sondra's reflection, Zsofia stood behind her, her hands waving slowly over the shape of Sondra's.