"The Captain challenged my statement, "Sgt. Blaine, since when did you become a medic?"I should have known better (and I DID know better), but I could...'t resist so I said, "Sir! I'm the closest person to a medic you have here. I even have a UOP1 to prove it." I should have stopped digging myself in but I added, "And it was you that didn't deem a medic was necessary on this mission."1UOP – Unit One Pack – a basic medic's kit defined earlierThe Captain glared at me while I waited for the rebuff. The ladysmiled as she foresaw an exhausting, yet pleasurable, night ahead ofthem.Most of the night and the next day were spent indoors as Sebastian andhis lady friend explored each other's bodies. They occasionally stoppedto eat and sleep for a moment but the majority of their time wasfucking the other one senseless. They tried new positions on everyportion of her place and the lady never said no, including to anal,because she feared that Sebastian would leave if she denied him.Although, that. She wouldn't be allowed to take her handbag into the prison.She was shown into a small interview room, where three guards were waiting. "This is a strip search, Jacky. Take off the dress." They watched, grinning, and made no attempt to look for contraband in the dress when she put it on the table, so they didn't spot the little tube in the pocket. Suppose it really had been contraband, she thought, drugs or something. So much for their security!"Now the panties, please." Eyes lowered, she slid. I strapped one part of the leather wrist cuffs to one wrist, wrapped the woven leather strips connecting the two cuffs around the bed leg, and strapped the other cuff to Ellie’s other wrist. The restraint, at least in this configuration, looked uncomfortable, and was. “Move your hands and wrists around.” Ellie had little room in which to move her wrists and hands. When she did, her hands and arms rubbed against the sharp corners of the bed leg, causing her some pain and discomfort. Plan B: I.