After showering and having a large dinner I just flopped onto bed, I am not sure how long after falling asleep I was half awaken by some bed movements... it was Robert who was back from Paul' farm and wanted to create a sexy receptive feeling for him,It didn't work I turned around and went to sleep again, far too tired.At 7 am his luck changed, after going to the bathroom and returning to bed, Robert came to my bed again, now rested, I gave him a totally different reception, for startershe was. When I was bathing upstairs, suddenly a guy knocked on the door.“What do you want? Wait for some time”, I shouted.“Hey it’s me, let me in or I will tell your husband”, he said.I quickly opened the door. He came in and closed the door. He started kissing me madly.“What do you want now,” I asked.“I realized that you don’t know my name”, he said.“I don’t care!”“Anyway, it is Arun.”“Okay, can you go out now?”“Of course, I just wanted to know that you didn’t forget our deal.”“I won’t”“Good, bitch”,. There's a light shining above, and the chair is placed in front of her. Stacy realizes she's tied up; arms behind her back, helpless. A rope around her waist hoists her a few good inches off the ground, so that her feet are just dangling off it. Stacy struggles to free herself, but all it does is make her swing back and forth, to the sound of amused laughter from the shadows. "What's going on?" she calls out fearfully. "Let me go! Please!" Out of the shadows step the group of guys who kidnapped. Gleckner's king size bed. I lit a cigarette. I walked over to the air conditioner, flipped it on, and felt my heart pump as a shudder shuffled through me."Fuck me, I can't help myself."And I gave in to the urge. I admitted to myself the real reason for being so excited about staying here, all alone, for a week."I am a faggot pussy!"Frantically I pulled open every drawer, every closet, every box, every basket, every bag, assessing what I had to work with. God, she had everything. Completely.