‘How far did you say that ranger station is?’ Frank asked, once they had the two canoes beached. ‘It’s about three miles, that way, through de...se woods,’ Sally answered. ‘I don’t think we can make it that far before dark. Those woods look pretty thick,’ Frank observed. ‘We certainly can’t load all four of us in one canoe,’ Ernest noted. ‘So, one of us will have to take one of the canoes back across the lake and borrow a paddle from someone in one of the other cottages, then come back for the. I picked her up from her place with my motorcycle and I asked her if she was her first time riding one, she nodded she was really shy, that made me like her more. I said that there's always a first time. She was wearing nice looking jeans and sleek boots with a black shirt with hints of red with tiny lace on the ends and her hair was falling down a bit curly. I asked her to climb up. During the ride she had her arms wrapped around me, at first I felt she was a bit scared, by the time we stopped. The arm raised and fell like a metronome, each stroke leaving painful red welts across Marys delightful backside and eliciting cry`s, of “ “no please… no more,” until Dan stepped in and stopped the job. By now the tears were flowing and the lack of oxygen was telling with the bound woman, who after all had said she was not keen on pain. Oxygen starvation had upped the feelings running through her body to the point of climax, and that in turn soon tipped her into u*********sness. Her head. Looking at the stove, the soup was bubbling. Time to serve it. Grabbing a bowl, I poured in the soup then grabbed a spoon and took it to her.Silently, she took it from me. Resting it on the arm of the sofa. She then started to take small spoonfuls from the edge of the bowl. Blowing on each time before drinking it.Leaving her to eat, I returned to the kitchen and tried the number I had got from Mr. Grimshaw. There was no answered after twenty or so rings so I hung up and tried again. Just incase.