Time, however, had robbed the house of its past glory. That's where I came in. I was going to restore some of that glory back to it. I knew it was ...oing to be a long process. The house was solid, but in disarray. For one, the huge stone fireplace that made up half of the living room wall was falling apart. I was going to have my hands full repairing it in time for winter. Still, for a house that had sat empty for almost thirty years, it was in very good shape. Some new paint and a few. I went to have a glass of water also i brought her a glass of coke and offered her ,,,she drank it , while she was drinking the coke , we stopped the class and talked about many different things and broke the ice , she was starting to get free and i also was getting free.I started liking her for her frankness and friendliness , she told that her husband is working in Netherlands and she stays alone on the first floor of the house and her mother in law who is sick and bedridden on the ground. So when I opened the door to our apartment I was thinking "six months and counting" as I dragged my weary body into the living room. "Hello? Tasha?" I called out, not seeing my fiance. "In the bedroom," she answered, and I was surprised I didn't see, or hear, Tammy, the terror. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag in the entryway before stepping out onto the rich ivory carpet of the living room, gazing longingly at the white leather couch which sat against the wall. . They laughed among themselves. I strained to look down and see what theHell I was trussed up in, but couldn't see much past whatever was on myface. What I could see were the edges of some extremely tightly wrappedblack bag around my entire body, looked to be made of leather and adornedwith thick, heavy buckles. The bag around my upper chest appearedinflated, or puffed out in some way, like something from inside waspushing outwards. I really did feel like I was trapped in some horribleporn.