’The slaves followed Dr. Shawn, although reluctantly. Lina has never sat on such device and she has never felt the pain it might cause. She has, how...ver, felt the pain of a riding crop. She felt more afraid of that than the wooden horse. That is, until she saw them. In the room next to the one they were in initially, there were about 20 devices spread apart equally. They were basically free standing structures, like an inverted triangle with legs bolted to the floor. But Dr. Shawn, with his. He heard her speak for a few seconds and then she was coming back into the big room. "That was Frank. He's got your car back and thinks he knows what might be wrong, but he doesn't think he can fix it tonight. He's waiting at the station for us so he can tell you what it is himself."At the mention of Frank's name, Bob's face had taken on a look of hope, but that quickly disappeared as he took in the news that he wouldn't make it to Montreal before the next day. Susan was already making her way. He sat down facing Jen. She raised her hands and placed them on his naked chest. He, in turn, started softly cupping her breasts and running his hands down her sides, as he leaned into her with an awkward twist to kiss and nibble softly at her ear and neck. Shifting sideways slowly off the couch to his knees, he slid slowly down Jen’s side, such that she could feel the heat, hardness, and some pre-cum of his erection trailing down her leg. Soon, he was kneeling at her feet, his hands on her. I started to make weekly visits to the Johnsons doing my best to time them when the husband was down at the wood mill supervising the labor intensive operations. I think he was more interested in his secretary Doreen with the long legs and generous bosom on display for all the male workers to admire and fantasize about. She looked ripe for bending over a desk if ever there was an opportunity and I sensed she would take it in either opening without a hint of objection. I bet the blinds in his.