The first page was embossed with an excellent dwarven map, showing the exact coordinates on the Stonewall Mountain of the ‘entrance to the Iron Clan...��, with a decorative symbol I personally did not recognize – but which caused ‘Magnus’ to gasp in shock, her voice warbling around her higher register despite her best attempts. Her hand went to her mouth, and before I could ask whatever it was about that symbol that made her so impressed, she was turning the page, reading the dwarven script within.. Then she stared at me as if I had three heads. "What?!"Her jaw dropped as I turned and walked over to one of the chairs near the table in the corner, sat down and crossed my legs."Well?" I said, waving my arm towards the bed. "I'm assuming you'll be more comfortable lying down, especially dressed, er, undressed like that. If you want, I'll wait while you throw on a robe if you want to sit in the other chair."Shock was the mildest term for what she was going through. Good. Maybe there was hope. HE begins to bound my tits with rope, making my heavy melons stand at attention. Alligator clamps are being applied to my nipples now and the intense pleasure sweeps over my entire body and settles in my clit. My pussy is wet, throbbing and my eyes close with my head tilting back and SMACK! DOM delivers a slap to my ass to tell me to stand up straight with my eyes open. Sir ties my wrists together and hoist my arms over my head securing the rope on a hook nearby. I'm then blindfolded as DOM is. We all hate this shit, but we know to eliminate all the opposition as fast as possible when it happens.”We landed at Vancouver and parked the aircraft. Chuck decided to get a rental and discuss what to do with the locals. We were out of the U.S., and possibly not welcomed, but it seemed that Chuck was a welcome guest when we arrived to meet with the local team leader.Chuck had Fran and me listen in as the leader told the story. “We discovered these Russkies with about fifty girls under fifteen,.