“That is the hottest thing in the world.”“God, you're just a kinky thing, aren't you?”She nodded her head. “This is so wonderful to talk abo...t this. I can't talk about my fantasies to any of my friends. I tried to do it slowly, but they gave me such weird looks. But you... You're as perverted as me, aren't you, Henry?”“Oh, yeah,” I said and opened the front door.“Henry!” gasped Mrs. Woodham, the petite redhead straightening from dusting the shelf in the corner, her small breasts jiggling while. Then the gnomes with the goggles turned around to face me. He was wearing some type of harness around his waist with a mechanical box over his crotch. He grabbed something from the bench and attached it to the front of the box. It was tubular, about six or seven inches long, smooth and made of brass. It looked like... Gods, it looked like a penis.He stood up on the box, grabbed a handle on the side of the box and jerked on it. Nothing happened. There was a rope attached to the handle and on. " She let out a sigh and continued, "When we split up, I told her she'd make a better wife for Randy than I would, and I'd get out of her way." Second thoughts?" Michelle asked."No, not really," Crystal shrugged, "It's still the truth. I couldn't be married to him and working in the Canyon. It wouldn't be fair to him." She was silent for a second, obviously thinking. "Thinking of Randy, and thinking of photos," she added, "Scooter, you never got around to getting those photos you took. Despite her gag, Dommia was making as much noise as possible, calling out for help. Valera didn't know if anyone outside the cellar would be able to hear it, but it was annoying her anyway. "I've got something that'll shut her up," she said. She knelt down by Dommia's head and drew the necklace from her pocket. She held her by the hair as she slipped it over her head. When Dommia saw what she was doing the tone of her muffled curses changed, an edge of fear and pleading seeping.