’I looked desperately at my wife, silently begging her to give me relief, a handjob, go down on me, anything!But I knew she wouldn’t.Marjorie humm...d softly to herself as she walked past me and out of the bedroom.The moment I thought she had left, I tugged at the chains that bound me securely to the bed, trying to escape but knew it was impossible.Marjorie returned with a roll kitchen plastic cling wrap and smiled evilly at me.I tried to talk, to ask her what she was doing but the gag. "Guys, hold off! Slinks? Wait a minute?" Q'Sah!" George ordered. 'Stop!'"Ok, look, we work for an agency," Goldsmith told George. "It sells information, research, to whoever wants to pay for it. We're just collecting information, that's all. We're not diggers, nor do we work for any mining company." But your information could be sold to a mining company?" Yeah, but we have no control over that. We have no say."The Guard called 'Sabre' appeared - his nose bandaged. "Hey, Boss? He called.. Shocked within and without, thoroughly stimulated. His body and mind interpreting it as an intense sexual experience, albeit a most disturbing one.They kept turning up the voltage.The Queen and her court watched his distress with a nasty, hungry glow in their eyes. And who could have blamed them. His sweet, helpless agony was really delicious, especially when combined with his supreme beauty. His gorgeous muscle-bound body writhing and twitching. Certainly none disagreed that a struggling. Once inside, she used my keycard to call my private elevator. I didn’t see a private elevator for the other penthouse suite in this building.In the elevator she told me, “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of assigning you this particular penthouse. Not specifically reserved for any guest or family, it was free for you to use while you are here. In addition to the normal amenities of a private chef, masseuse, and maid service, this penthouse also had its own outdoor pool and hot tub..