Throughout I try to emulate the dry, clear, precise legalistic tone she has used in the agreement, and it takes me numerous attempts to get it right. ... practice on the communication protocol, reflecting the steps I have taken, including the telephone numbers in the interests of completeness and precision.And then I turn to the question of measurement. The erect measurement is the easy one. The thought of her in my mind ensures that. Flaccid is a conundrum. In the condition I’m in, I know of. My eyes opened wide, to look down at my wrists that were bound to the bed I was on. I fought, though, there was no point. I tried to move my legs, but could only move my knees slightly up. My ankles were bound and tied also to the bed. I spoke, my voice groggy and thick."What's going on? Where the hell am I?"I heard wrestling, and looked in that direction, which caused my head to spin. The man who had drove my car came up and stood beside me."Glad you're finally awake. It took you fucking long. They almost pushed into the door as Walt started the video recorders with the low sound speakers on as well. They grabbed each other and started kissing immediately. Girl was a really a stunner, good height, dark black hair with pinkish silken blouse and a blue, very short skirt. Soon the boy had his hands on her tits, gave them a few nice squeezes and then undid her blouse buttons, slipping his hand inside. This was more than enough for Walter to join in and he undid his zipper and eased his. And what was it about those pumps? Yeah, well, they were sexy. But they were classy and I didn’t see them being that special as for example those shoes had been mum wore on vacation. They didn’t go up her legs in spirals and they weren’t see through or anything of those wild things. Those were simply nice shoes a woman around mum’s age and with a kid at the University of Yale would wear. Now it was not exactly like I was disappointed mum still looked damn hot in that outfit- so far- but I was.