”“We’re not planning on locking you up,” I said, trying to smile.“Whatever. Just show me where I’m staying. I feel like shit and wanna lie...down.”I stepped aside and gestured up the stairs. Jonathan, thinking prudently, had gotten a third floor apartment. Odds were, if she could get out, this girl would make a try to get a fix. He’d pointed out we couldn’t very well put bars over windows without getting some questions asked, so a third-floor apartment would have to do as a deterrent from trying. "Bob... ?" Yes, Elizabeth, your son fought Pete Simms and beat him almost to death while being wounded himself. He gave me CPR and brought me back to life. He called for help and comforted me while they came. Your son saved my dry pussy and skinny ass from being fucked after I was dead. And he never said a word to anyone."Some things you can't comprehend right away. I knew Bob was a nice guy to everyone but this? I think my mouth hung open long enough to dry out."So, Elizabeth, do you think I'm. It wasnow melted down to about eight inches long and maybetwo inches wide. I felt great relief, I hung exhausted,but still very excited. Pulling the blindfold stocking off my eyes he showed methe frozen rod, dripping with the melted ice, and myown hot juices. He pulled the handle out of it, thenwalking around behind me again, he shoved the entireremaining length into my anus, past the tight opening.“We’ll just let it melt down from there” The coldfinally got the best of me and. Before he thought about what he was doing, he started to read what she had written under his name. It turned out to be part of a story she had written from his point of view.JackIt had been a busy afternoon, with much to prepare at the hotel and the restaurant to ensure that our week-end together would be one to remember. I was pleased with the results of my preparations. I even had time for a quick shower, shave and change of clothes before the short walk to restaurant. The décor was upscale.