She looked around, and asked, "Where are we going? It doesn't look like there's any place here." A little place I know. It's a bit off the beaten path... on purpose." They got out of the car and walked to a door in one of the buildings. Beside the door was a small brass plaque that said 'Private Club—Members Only.' Nina looked at Gretchen quizzically as she reached for the door."It's not actually a private club, but the sign does a lot to keep out people who don't belong here." As they entered,. " She looked downto watch his cock grow even more erect. "Hard. Good," shethought. "She'll make a fine slave for Regina by the time we'redone with her." What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bill spat. He was atonce angry and confused. A kind of disbelief stopped him in histhrashing, but it wouldn't last. Soon enough, he would bekicking, biting, and screaming in panic and terror. They knew ittoo. To prevent exactly that, Cathy deftly buckled strongleather straps around his ankles during his. "Do you know where she went, Becky?" No. She'll contact us when we're to follow." I'm not waiting for that, Becky. I will find her." I was determined."That's ok, Daddy. Cindi has saved you now. There are no other things that have to happen now. You can take any actions you want. From now on, none of this has ever... come on home, Daddy." I contacted Paul again."Where is that helicopter?" Five seconds later, I heard and saw it coming over the hill. We piled in and headed for home. We did little. I just hated to travel at night without a very good reason. However, I agreed to stay overnight with the Smith women when invited to do so. That way, I would have time to hear the story of Jacob Smith. While I was putting my horse in the barn, I happened to glance at the wanted posters. Dammit, there was Jacob Smith on top, but his name was Henry Holloway, and he was worth $250 to the State of Texas.Shit, I threw my saddle back onto my horse and galloped out to the field where I had dumped the.