As her ears stopped ringing, she heard a soft sound, like a snake sliding over leaves. She felt something grab her right wrist, then her left, pulling...her arms apart. Then her ankles were grabbed and pulled apart. Slowly her eyes got used to a very soft pink light. She couldn’t see much, but started to make out shapes. There was something like worms, four inches wide, wrapped around her legs and arms. They had a warm rubbery feel and held her, but not too tight. Somehow she knew it won’t do her. Instead, I watched as she went slightly panicky thinking how bad this could get for her."Please don't say anything Mr Deane!" she cried out, re-finding her voice."You can start by calling me 'Sir'" I replied in glee."Please, sir, I'll do anything," she added."Well, I suppose I could punish you myself," I said stroking my chin as I pretended to consider this. "OK, get over here and bend over my knees," I instructed her.Slowly but surely, Emma got up and approached me. I pulled her to me and bent. Bang. Yet another sound from the kitchen. "What do you reckon" I said, "We'd better go look" "Yep, come on" Sharon said reluctantly. We hopped off the seat and I wiped my hand on my pants. We wandered over to the door of the kitchen and swung it open and lo and behold here was Sheryl completely naked, on her back, up on the kitchen island bench with Dave the chef ploughing his cock in and out of her pussy. Bill was standing beside her, still in his shoes, feeding his cock into her open mouth.. I couldn’t believe it. He just stood there and shot the cop. The other cop started shooting and I guess he shot the big man five or six times before the hulk fell. I put my gun back into the holster and stayed where I was. I knew from my own experience that the surviving cop had adrenalin pumping in by the buckets and he was very likely to shoot anything and anybody that surprised him.Soon the place was crawling with cops and ambulances and fire trucks. I casually drifted over to where all the.