Mandy and I had won the lottery and on an impulse had bought a cruiser, yes I know, daft wasn`t it. Anyway, we needed to get the thing home and my per...uasive misses, Mandy, had convinced me that midsummer, flat sea and it would be a breeze to get back to Essex, from Brighton if we took a can or two of fuel and our road map, kept the coast in sight and wandered along we could be home in a day or three. Dopey here was under the “affluence of incohol” as they say at the time, so here we were. Any chance I could get one of you? I’ll owe you one if you do send it to me. Oh, and keep your head out of the picture in case they make me show it’. He then sifted through the contact’s list of his phone until he reached his friend Anne’s name. Anne had been his close friend since elementary, and they had shared everything together, including their first time, which they had wanted to be with someone they knew they could trust. He knew it wasn’t exactly a random contact, but at least this way. The weights pulled at my breasts and my nipples were so hard the clamps felt like a constant hard pinch. My hair was heavy and pulled my head back. But worst of all were the carrots, for the cook had not removed the one in my anus. The one between my legs gave me some pleasure as I moved but not enough to compensate for the indignities of walking with it. I abhorred the way it drew attention to my private area. The cook had me carrying bowls of stew out to the crew. It was the most humiliating. Why hadn't she heard from Erik?For a few minutes the shapely redhead slumped on the one chair in the tiny room, tears of self-pity brimming in her green eyes. Then a determined expression hardened her lovely face and she Jumped to her feet. How could she possibly have heard from Erik when there was no telephone in the flat? And what did it matter anyway? She had so many things to do that she wouldn't have had time to be with him even if he did come by. Quickly, she began unwrapping her.