She wonders what for? She hops on the bed and maintains her submissive position on all fours looking up at him. "Turn around," he orders her. She shuf...les around, feeling even more like a dog, not knowing that was even possible. At least she hasn't pissed her self yet, she laments. He binds her hands together while she maintains the doggy position on her forearms. He moves to the foot of the bed and binds her feet. She maintains her position on all fours, but now she really would not be able to. Last time I was here it was to have some questions answered about destiny and beating you.”“Oh ... oh yes. I remember. I was brought here, secured, for you to take back to your Earth,” she nodded somewhat bitterly.“That’s right. So we aren’t dead and, provided we aren’t here by accident, we should have a few answers soon.”“How soon?”“In heaven’s good time I should imagine,” I chuckled. “I suspect at the moment we’re only here to keep each other company.”“You are sure we will be fine?”“Providing. I think almost everybody masturbates, especially men, so why should we be so ashamed of it? I believe it's because our country was founded largely by Puritans and so our laws and imposed morality are based on Puritanical thought that is thoroughly ingrained in all of us. And everybody knows that Puritans don't masturbate; or at least they wouldn't admit it if they did.I've never really had an opportunity to masturbate openly except with one girlfriend who also enjoyed masturbation and had no. Seeing Anne standing there in her nightgown and with her hair undone, Rebecca chuckles."No water this morning?" Rebecca is two years younger than Anne, but she's easily the quickest witted (and sharpest tongued) in the family. She's also the tallest, and often takes charge in public. Anne shakes her head."No. Is Deborah sick?"Rebecca snorts. "I doubt it - or not in the way you mean, at least. Try Alice's room..." She brushes past Anne as she heads downstairs for breakfast, and Anne moves down.