At the end of my search I had a few possibilities. I had the handleof my hair brush, the turkey baster, and my curling iron (turned off andcooled of c...urse). I laid all three objects across the bed thinkingwhich of these items was going to give me the most pleasure. The handleof the brush was ribbed for better grip, but I had a different idea. Igrabbed a studded condom from the sex drawer and put it over the curlingiron. It looked just a like a dildo by the time I was done. I wasalready. She wondered what else he would do to her and if he would ever let her go-alive, that is! It wasn’t long before he came back to the bedroom to check on his prisoner. He was not wearing a shirt as he gazed down at her naked, vulnerable body and she could see, once again, the growing bulge in his pants as he was getting very aroused. He reached down and raked his fingers through the thick locks of her generous love nest, tugging several times, making Christina yelp through her gag. He continued. "You see, Maddy," Brittany says cheerfully as she reaches down and grabs two pairs of handcuffs, "You don't NEED a guy to make you happy." She continues to talk as she takes Maddy's wrists and cuffs each to one of her ankles."In all reality, you don't even need ME!" she laughs but continues on, "However, I am here to help you." Her voice trails off slightly as she turns to her closet and drags out a large chest.The chest is full of parts for a fucking machine. Brittany begins to assemble the. Hans ***** We were allowed to go back to our apartment a few days later, and we relished the feeling of being back in our own place, especially with everything freshly checked for cameras, microphones, laptop readers, keystroke recorders, anything at all that could tell somebody that we were there and what we were doing or saying or thinking. We weren’t told if they’d found anything, and I wondered sometimes about what spies would think if they had us thoroughly bugged. Think about sex..