I nodded. “How are you feeling?”“Better than you look,” she said.I smiled. “That bad, huh?”“Well, you were unconscious when the feds arr...ved,” she said. “It took a bit of ... you-know-what to convince them to let you go to the hospital rather than arrest you.”A smile grew on my lips and Jordan’s mirrored it. “Then it worked,” I said.She nodded.I glanced at the closed door. I saw the shoulder of someone in a cheap suit standing just outside. “I take it I have an armed guard?”“The feds just want. That was one of her fastest times. Her coach pulled her out of the water and hugged her, even though she was dripping wet. She pulled away from the hug and grabbed her towel, taking off her cap and letting her hair fall. She had let her hair grow to her shoulder, even though she tried to keep it short as she could. She waved to the crowd, who cheered for her, and she made her way back to the locker room. When the door to the locker room opened up, she entered into the white tiled room, went. We opened the door and stepping inside I made a beeline for the bathroom, making sure I emptied my bladder as I knew what was coming, also going in the bedroom and getting the toys out. As I came downstairs, Donna and Pippa were laughing and joking, it seemed strange that we'd only known Pippa about an hour before as we did get on so well.Pippa asked if she could use our bathroom, as Donna showed her were it was she then went in our bedroom and stripped down to her underwear. When Pippa had. He had explained to them that they had to get each of the unwilling girls to orgasm or the deal was off. He also explained that the girls were going to be doing their best to resist the unwanted attention, since if either of the downstairs captives had an orgasm, they would be spending the rest of the week with him. He had described the event as a game of 'cat house survivor', detailing the rules to all four girls, and each knew that the stakes were high. He glanced at the blonde to his.