I thought wrong.It seems the agent must have gotten a message that they weren’t safe right now. I watched them reaching out with energy toward the o...her SUV. A few seconds later I saw the other SUV start to drop back away from us. That should have been it, but it wasn’t. The person making the fog had locked onto the energy from the agent and was now tightly locked around the shield I had put around them. No matter how far from the person making the fog, the fog stayed in place.I sent a message. As hubby got the rope out, I lay face-down on the bed. He bound my wrists to the posts, and fastened my ankles to the spreader bar, so my legs were spread wide, then placed a pillow under my stomach, so my ass was in the air. As a finishing touch, he took a piece of kitchen towel, stuffed it into my mouth and sealed my mouth with duct tape. He moved the mirror to the head of the bed, so I could see myself dressed like a slut, cleavage out, collared, bound, and gagged with shiny black tape. I. "I'll call the number and see when we can view it."It turned out that we could see it almost any time as long as we gave the broker a "heads up." We decided that sooner was better, so we planned to drive to Astoria the next day, leaving early in the morning. We should be able to see the boat by late morning the day after. I called the broker back and told him when to expect us. He called back a few minutes later confirming that he and the owner would be waiting for us to arrive.We stayed in. "The kitchen is yours, Jess," as I got up and made my way to the bathroom to clean up.I could smell the aroma of garlic, and cilantro in the air as I walked back out a short while later. Jess had her hair pulled up on top of her head. Her breasts swayed nicely under her top as she cut the vegetables. I stared at her for a little while before making my way back to the table to roll my evening joint."Not until dinner is done," she told me waving the knife in her hand at me, from the other side of.