Her attire for the week was usually nothing at all other than whatever bound her. She almost always had her wrists tied or cuffed behind her back when...she was not doing chores. And when she was not needed sexually or for chores, she was frequently bound to a wall or ceiling or post.Her friends called frequently and wanted to get together with her before everyone went back to school. She pleaded with her mother but Jill was adamant. They could come to the house if she did not mind seeing her. Doug too had been thinking about that night that he took a large black cock up his boy pussy and he wanted to repeat it soon, but for some reason they were reluctant to tell each other.For Doug the problem was he didn't know how to approach his wife and suggest that they contact a black man to relive this experience, for although they had promised total honesty he just couldn't bring himself to ask his wife to become a black man's whore just so he could suck and take that same cock up his arse.. She knew what she must do of course; call the police, go to a doctor get herself examined and get the locks checked ask the apartment guards how he got in???all these instructions went through her mind like the impersonal instructions of a stranger as she lay there. She stayed as she was until morning; when the sun hit her naked assaulted body and then she rose slowly the ropes fell away easily as she shook them off. She left the gag on however and stood before the mirror, her night gown had. I listened at all the reports of nothing going on and wondered if they were holding out on me because of the position change.I informed the experts - and I used that term loosely - that JBG had two new listening stations in the Persian Gulf area as part of their contracts.‘‘Those listening stations are only beginning operations for one shift but will soon be twenty four seven. Here is some of the information they have already intercepted,’’ I said as I started it around the circle.‘‘Did you.