I just let her lock my collar into the pinkpadded neck brace at the front of the bench which also acted like a sortof posture collar which forced my h...ad to look straight ahead. Afterthat she positioned my waist over the waist bar and wrapped another pinkleather belt over my back. She then locked my ankles to rings at theback of the bench and completed my training bondage by unlocking mywrists which were still connected to each other behind my back and thenlocked them to rings near the neck. " Four days every month is too much of a cost in effective man hours for us to just be able to accomplish something as small as that. Most of them flew in on Sunday, and they will only be back to doing any real work on Friday, unless they leave here Wednesday night and take a late flight back home. Can't you just keep in closer phone contact and accomplish pretty much the same thing?" I'll consider what you're saying. Perhaps you're right. Maybe it is a carryover from a less efficient era. Do. Thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered what cover story she could tell the driver to explain why she was wandering barefoot down the hill this late in the evening, she hoped that all the blood was off her nose, she hoped she could stop her coat falling open to expose her nakedness underneath, she hoped that the driver wouldnt smell the urine and semen that had run down her legs, and she hoped that he wouldnt insist on driving her straight to the police station. She didnt know if her. It was a lovely open area and there was no-one around, so I just had a happy stroll in my new bikini. I was out in the open with my hands on my hips, the wind in my hair and felt really good. There was a man there, but he had his back to me in the distance and I could see he was a bit old and flabby. He had a shaved head and a beard. He was just looking at the view of the coast. To my dismay he turned and started walking back along the path I was on. I just stood there, hands on hips. At least.