" That's quite a story," Jo said, leaning into the kitchen island where she was standing. "Where are the panties now?" I've got them," Mark said as he...opened the bookbag and rummaged through it. He pulled out a small ziploc baggy filled with crumpled pink fabric only semi visible through the fogged up plastic. He set the bag on the kitchen counter. "Like I said, it just kind of happened. I know you only lent them for us to smell but.. I couldn't stop them."Jo stepped to the inside ledge of the. "Call home and see how it sits. I don't want to cause any trouble, Bill," I said.Bill called his parents, and the fact it was late probably had something to do with the fact they said they said it was OK with them, either way. Engaged and in our early 20's, both sets of parents finally accepted the fact that we were in love and wanted to be together, and could do so without their approval. But we did respect them."Where do you want to go, Care," Bill asked."Let's stay here, OK?" I smiled at. Cigarettes were lit and then things quietened down as I nosed the taxi out of the car park and joined the late night traffic. For the first couple of months that I picked the girls up I thought they worked at the club, but eventually they told me they worked for an escort agency whose office just happened to let out on the same car park. Like a ritual I asked the usual question, ‘Anyone interesting tonight?’ ‘Only fucking men,’ offered Frankie. Vicky rolled her eyes saying, ‘Frankie I’ve told. ?Brad turned and barked out the door,?Cunt! Get in here!?Amy could hear metal clinking and dragging across concrete. Cunt shuffled in, the permanent shackles on her wrists and ankles were currently joined by heavy chains. Ten inch lengths joined her hands and feet and in the middle of each of those a third chain connected them, short enough to force her into a bent over posture as she walked.Her back gets sore being hunched over so often. Sometimes when Brad has her bent over a table he.