'Oh shit! I look around the bar, certain that I must be under observation and equally certain that I must look as guilty as I am. 'You have my attenti...n.''You have two options. Cooperate or don't.'I send, 'Define cooperate.''Think of it as rehab for unfaithful spouses. Rehab of your marriage.''This is extortion.''No, we are not offering to prevent or postpone your husband's discovery. This is to offer an option for recovery from that.'I desperately want to be somewhere else, doing something. Next a chain was connected from the top of her head to the headboard also, and now she was lay spread-eagled with very little slack. ?Master, may I speak?? ?Yes.? ?I hope there is more than what you have done; because you can tie me anyway you know you want to.? ?Yes I know this Maryann, but I'm not going to; you will now stay like you are with nothing on your breasts, nothing on your feet, nothing between your legs with no gag, and nothing touching you.?She lay in bewilderment. Abby motioned her to begin their fun. Hanna stood, went to Brad, and offered him her hand. He looked at Abby who gave a slight nod. He took her soft hand and she led him to his bedroom.Abby followed and let the door remain open. Hanna was quite nervous, she’d been with only one man for sex, Dan. Brad took her in his arms and kissed her. “We don’t have to do this if it makes you uneasy.”“Thank you, but I have wondered what it might be like with you and Abby has said it’s alright with. Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes close-set, feral. Mr. Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a Chicago gangster. There was a certain coldness in his eyes as though he didn't have a human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the typical bodyguard and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He must have been six and a half feet tall and weighed at least two- hundred and eighty pounds. It was all muscle too."Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr..