"Do you know what their plans are?"Megan shook her head. "No, they didn't tell us. Just that they wanted to have sex with you and they wanted to clear...it with us. For all I know they've lined up a motel somewhere." Great," I moaned sarcastically.Megan smirked. "Look on the bright side, Ben. Two cute, 16-year-old girls want you to fuck them. I'm sure you can handle that."I'm not usually one to dawdle, but I was five minutes late to the Sanders' front door. That's because I spent an extra five. Two short ropes draw the sides under my arms together with length left over to wrap my breasts several times. I take out a small length of pre-tied rope, the remote for the vibrator, and my collar, then pull the drawstring closed. Other cars are driving by periodically and each time they do my heart races. The center of the pre-tied rope is tied to the rope through my crotch. It is quarter inch as well. It is tied so that the knot will sit at my ass hole. The pre-tied rope has barrel knots at. “Sam!” she cries out trying to push him away. “You know you want this,” Sam growls not budging and managing to undo her top fully. “And like I said. No one needs to know.” Ellie struggles against Sam trying to push his arms away but he pins her against the chair with one arm and works his other hand into her bra. He pinches her nipple drawing a soft moan from her as she continues to struggle. “Please Sam…” she whimpers. “Ellie… just once, if you don’t like it I won’t do it again. Please… You. I could feel the air, as dry as no cellar in a port city should ever be. But whether it was greencoal or something more sinister I could not tell.We both stumbled when after descending some thirty even yet steep steps of smooth stone, our seeking feet met the surface of the next step higher up that what we had become accustomed to. We were down at the bottom. The darkness was now so deep that the small light-drawn sketch of a door-frame just ahead of us seemed to be growing almost.