. do anything. At all.Cuffing the pairs of restraints back together behind me, V laid me down on my back. I began to wiggle away from him as he began ...o unbutton my pants, but anything more than a half-hearted fantasy of escape was futile. He pulled them off me, underwear and all, in just one tug, and then he pulled out a small rope and two more pair of cuffs from his stash of tools that he had so cleverly concealed in his blanket. I'd wanted him to share that blanket. Now I suppose he's doing. It took six weeks for her visa to come through. Even in those early days occasionally we needed photographic stimulation(well I did) and I used to buy a very tame soft porno mag which featured reader,s stories and one featured “deep throat” and how a woman loved to deep throat her eleven inches long cock of her husband. “Hey Sarah My Love why don,t you domThat for me? I know I don,t have an eleven inch monster, but you,ve never taken me All the way down to my roots when you,revsucking me off!”. Alison was thirty years old according to Kate and was a nondescript little mouse of a woman with no tits to speak of. She could have been any age between her early twenties and late fifties because she had never really blossomed as a woman, and therefore could never wither.She was very shy and obviously utterly appalled by being made to promenade naked on the stage and even more so by the 'touch your toes' exercise. As she did it, what little tit she had slumped across her chest and was. I gathered they had all managed to find the porn sites on their Pads and the eyeshades called Peepers. I just shrugged, if it was true, it was true. ------Dinner broke up, and we moved to sit around the fire with coffee.The team brought me up to date on what they had been doing the last month, and I listened carefully and only commented when asked to. James had manoeuvred me to a log for two and away from the log that Helga had chosen. She was on the opposite side of the fire. He’d put a.