I need some help distracting the guy over there by the bars. I need to relocate his shoulder, but he is going out of his mind about how this just ende... any chance he will ever have of winning anything,” I asked, and they readily agreed.The girls knew how to get any guy’s attention that they wanted. Each moved to be spread out in front of his vision. Then, as I’m sure they did dozens of times daily, they began to stretch. Pain or not, a peek at some pink through the leg hole of their leotards. He moved his had over her hip and traced the rope biting into her wrists. His fingertips travelled up her silky smooth arms and he stopped to grasp the metal bondage encircling her upper arms.“You sure the hell aren’t going anywhere, are you my pretty little thing?” he whispered at her.She moaned thru the gag still strapped tight into her mouth after all these days. There was a rattle of chains as she tried to move her arms behind her. A complete look of humiliation and desperation in her. When he’d returned from his extended sojourn abroad he had found hospital work in the country town of Norwich. It had been a happy enough exile and had provided a wealth of experience for a young doctor. The daytimes were full and busy with treating patients and conferring with more experienced colleagues. However, the nights told a different story.His generous mouth curled in a grim smile as he thought of the wild erotic adventures in the dark hours that had spoiled him for any mortal woman.. Williams was in charge of the girls and along with Mr. Buxton, kept Stanhope up and running. It was their job to make sure everything was done and done right. Mrs. Williams had been there as long as Charles could remember and he had heard both his father and mother comment on what a fine job she did. When Mrs. Williams spoke, people moved. As Charles entered the room, the staff was seated around the kitchen table, relaxing from their long day. They stood the moment he entered the room. ‘Oh.