00 in the morning. In the meantime the company bar was open and the first drink was on him.I was busting to get home to find out where I stood, but I ...ook it on the chin. We were able to lock our gear in the Q.R.F. room and went to the bar. We got a table for both our teams but the 3 U.D.R. boys wouldn't let us buy, and every time we finished a round, another was set up for us. They were great company and I didn't notice that there was always someone from our crew with me all the time. I didn't. Nothing remained. All the data. All the research.All the tools. Vaporized."Care to tell us what we just saw?" one of my interrogators asked.I motioned to type. They switched the laptop back to the text document."May I please speak to a lawyer?" I wrote.It was almost like another bomb exploded in the room. I realize thatsome of their own got hurt and they now thought I was somehow to blame.But, I had to protect myself and it was time to do so. Glaring at me,they left the room taking the computer. She ducked back into the tent and zipped up the door "I'm guessing that our clothes are there too. We've been set up" I'm sorry."She grabbed my face and pulled me in for another kiss, "I'm not."The strawberry of her lip gloss mingled with the sweet taste of the wine as we kissed. I lowered us gently back into the warmth of my sleeping bag. We lie snugly face to face, the soft yet firm globe of one fantastic breast in my hand, her full lips pressed against mine and her pussy leaving warm wet. Twice a day, she was released from the bar, fed and allowed to use a traditional toilet. She slept, when she could, in her bondage.Rose's experience proved much more interesting. To begin with, she had gotten used to dealing in a situation where she was in control. She was clothed provocatively but still covered. She was free from restraints and could many tirnes dictate the win/loss conditions in her game. When she lost, she often had slaves available to take a share of her payoffs.Now, in her.