I’m sprawled out on the floor, hogtied in a humiliating position. I try to close my legs together but it puts more pressure on the ropes. Can’t ta...e it, so I open my legs up, knowing that they can look right into my pussy. They leave me again, going into the other room. I can barely hear them, don’t know what they are talking about. It sounds like they are making more plans for me. Arguing about what humiliating thing they will make me do next. * They come into the room again, angry. It was her. Her large, white sweater was pulled down past her ass, covering her tiny shorts, but only just. Her white bra was barely visible through her top; more of an outline than real definition. Her hair, red, was pulled into a lazy pony tail and glasses sat on the end of her nose. My eyes followed the curve of her neck down her collar bone, over her boobs and hips down to her knees. My gaze darted back up to her face. She appeared to be waiting for a response. Oh, shit! She asked me. The man was dressed in brown leathers and carried a sword and a bow across his back. A plain dagger hung from his side. His stance oozed command and cool confidence. More importantly, the man acted deliberately non-confrontational, which was almost a new sensation to Porter.Porter took a stab at the probable, “If you’re the border patrol, you’re two days late.”“Two days late, you say?” the man asked with amused surprise.“Yeah. The priesthood tried to run me through two days ago.”The man. “Sorry folks... Minnesota,” he said as he disappeared into the storm. “We might as well try to get some sleep,” said Chris. “Give me a towel, and I’ll move to the couch.” “That’s silly,” said Sarah. "The heater is electric, and it’s going to get really cold. I think we can all share the bed. You okay to share Jenny?” “Sure,” I said as we put the extra blankets on the bed. “Wait a minute you two,” Chris interrupted, “Don’t you remember, my clothes are all wet. I am naked here...” “Do you want us.