Stacy glances up, and can now see the rope is attached to a pulley in the ceiling. As he slides Stacy over to the couch like a piece of meat on a hook...in a butcher shop, she wonders when this will all end? Stacy wonders if her husband has gotten around to missing her and called the police yet...she has no idea, thanks to the dizziness of the chloroform the guys pushed on her earlier at the small community store where she works, or how long she's been here, wherever "here" is. The new guy sits. For couple of months, everything was so rosy and grand and then I started feeling edgy. I had fucked Martin only a few nights because some bastard son of a bitch exchange student, who was the crown prince of some shitty kingdom in middle east; would pay more than anybody else’s offer for my cock and I had to fuck the same ass every night for at least 15—2o nights of the month excluding the weekends. I took Mondays and the Thursdays as my weekends. Martin would always cheer me up for the bank. Mother was well endowed in the breast and ass department - her waist small enough to cause a voluptuous hourglass effect which she usually dressed to full effect. Today was no different. Mother wore a white silk collar blouse, with a single button undone at the neck, which was enough to emphasis the start of her abundant cleavage. She wore a black cotton skirt, knee length and snug about her hips and ass. The blouse was tucked into the belt of the skirt tightly, so that her curves were on. My shoulder was throbbing in time with the pulse I felt in my head.I laid back in the bed with a sigh. "I'm really hurting." On a scale of one to ten, where ten is the worst pain you can imagine, what level is it at now?"I had to shut my eyes. Even the light hurt. "Seven." I blinked back the tears the pain brought, then yawned."I'll let the doctor know. You have some visitors in the waiting room."Jules looked up frowning. "Who?" I don't know, they didn't say. It's a man and a woman." Let me go.