How would I get untied? I’d have to scream for help, I guess, and then someone would come to rescue me. What if a guy came to help? What if he was ...n his own? What if he saw how naked and helpless I was? Oh my God! What if he saw how wet I was? This fantasy might not be part of the game, but I felt a fresh trickle of pussy juices run from my entrance and down to my anus. What if a guy came in and just helped himself to what was on offer? And what would it feel like? Blindfolded and helpless. Disappointed. No fun with Carrie. No fun with Nikki. Drea got shaved... I guess that is kind of cool (it was)... and I wasn't sure about how I felt about passing up the ecstasy offer. One of the big lessons of the lifestyle was becoming evident. It is difficult to find two people that click on a sexual and consensual level. Every person you add makes this exponentially more difficult. One wife isn't into the other husband. One wife only plays with girls. Some couples do the old bait and switch,. Jasper had them go through all the motions they would use to face a river in flood. Seth strung a rope across the river at the place Jasper wanted to ford and the drivers were told to guide on it. The water was shallow enough that the oxen would not have to swim and the wagons would not float, but it was still going to be tough to get the wagons and teams across without serious accident.Jasper had the people hold their place in line as if they were on the march, but he let the women and. “Tink! Abella! Help!” Kneeling in the fountain, he frantically scrubbed at the caked mud, trying to remember where he shad seen the water flowing from.“Naia! Naia, are you in there?” Scooping up dirt, he saw the stony figure tucked away from the garden, hidden behind the bushes. “Abella! Abella, come help me!”She didn’t move. Tossing his trowel aside, Mike vaulted the lip of the fountain. “Abella, the fountain is...”Abella was wrapped in the vines of the Mandragora, her body perfectly still..