The recorder was small enough to fit in my pocket and powerful enough that when I set it on my conference room table I could record everything that wa... said during my staff meetings. It's capability of recording continuously for 280 hours made it ideal for what I was planning. The problem was that the recorder was in my briefcase, which was sitting in my house. Porky and Slim might still be watching the house and there was the possibility that the police might also be watching. My hope was that. "You mustreally want to impress Adam, my dear."Melody nodded, as coils of rope soon wrapped around her wrists andankles, first in slow winding actions, then suddenly cinched to pin hersecurely in place. There was an amazing feeling to it, Melody decided,being bound. Her lady-cock suddenly stiffened, and she wriggled in sexualfrustration."Well then Melody," Linda said, guiding her down towards the bed. "Yousleep well now. Just another five days of this to go."--------------When Melody awoke. ? She was thinking of her boyfriend, the minerwho had given Nysia the fragment that currently thrust tightly into herwetness.? She pictured Radley?s handstouching the body reflected in the window: his fingers running through thelong, straight brown hair that fell in a curtain behind her as she leaned back,his hands on her small, freckled breasts or encircling her tiny waist,spreading her long legs to slip into her mound.?She shaved it regularly ? had just done so minutes before in the shower?. "I'm still scared." Don't be," Helen assured her. "His cock will feel ten times better than Sandy's fingers." I hope so," Natalie gasped as she wiggled her hips. "Get me wetter, Sandy."Sandy pulled her mouth away from Natalie's ass. "I'll have your asshole so greased with spit and juice you won't feel any pain at all."She twisted her fingers inside Natalie's pussy then pulled them out. She fucked her creamy fingers into Natalie's ass and whooshed out her breath as she watched her fingers.