His fingers played along the straps of her sandal, the two horizontal straps across the front of her foot, the single crisscross encircling her ankle....A shiver coursed through her body as his fingers caressed its way up her taut calves, up behind her thighs, fingers racing along soft china skin. He then placed the wide leather cuffs around her ankles ensuring the attached clamps faced inwards. The soft inner lining of the cuffs was merciful on her skin, yet its grip strong and firm as he. He took Stacy’s hand and followed her inside. She led him up the stairs, and he watched the way her firm butt wiggled with each step she took. His mouth had gone completely dry, and his palms were sweaty. He knew that Stacy could feel the perspiration on the hand she held. They went to his bedroom, and Stacy locked the door, then laid on the bed on her side, and patted the mattress next to him. He hesitantly lay next to her. She could see his dilated pupils, a mix of arousal and fear. The look. We have this." Larry held up Leroy's gold plated Beretta. "Not many of these baby's around. Serial number is intact, so we're checking the gun registries now."Callie leaned to the window. "Save your time. I know who owns that gun. He a pimp named Leroy. When we first took over the ranch, some of the employees didn't like the rules. We had some very unhappy girls. Leroy was recruiting from there for his stable in Las Vegas. He really wanted one of our new girls. He even paid for an hour of game. She flung them into her bag and took off up the stairs. She was only on the second floor when she became out of breath. As she was about to approach another flight of stairs, she heard a different elevator open its door. She quickly shouted to the old man in the elevator to keep the door open. Siobhan picked up her bags and legged it into the elevator. She pressed the button for the fifth floor and the doors shut. Siobhan could feel something tugging at the cardigan. She turned around to find.