I was tied up on a mattress with my arms above my head, blindfolded, my legs wide spread, a dildo in my pussy and wood pegs with weights in my nipples... Frank had firm grip at my thigh and was lubricating the tip of an anal vibrator with some jelly.My poor helpless husband was lying on knees and shoulders, gagged, knees tied together and his arms handcuffed behind his legs, in that position he surely could only watch the show.His letter and drawing made me so hot and horny, my pussy was soaking. He had done so much for the irrational sensation; it also became an inseparable part of him that one could say he had done so much for himself. What was one more thing if it will only make him feel better? Not pressed by the need to do something he could not rationalize.It was already too late to repent, and too early of a ten years old child to listen for reason rather than an impulse."Gurglegurglegurgle!"Before he even got to clench his hands with a grip of the Brown Digger's fur and climb. The nine that had died were another matter. The funeral home in Cville was going to store the bodies temporarily until all arrangements were made. Tomorrow the families were going to meet at 1000 at the funeral home.Once at the funeral home the bodies were going to be removed from the leak proof military coffins. The bodies had been packaged with ice to keep them from decomposing during the flight. They would be place on a tray in the cool box until the arrangements had been made and the family. She had a mother thatdrank and abused her mentally and a stepfather who drank and abused herphysically. She ran away from home several times, only to be brought back bythe juvenile authorities. When she was 18, she graduated High School and leftfor good. Her travels brought her here; Burlington, NJ. Hundreds of milesfrom where she was. She took a course in secretarial school and wound up withMcWilliams. Now she was going out on a date with him.A horn tooted outside. "Here we go." She said to.