I see troublemakers all the time. They'll use anything to make their ideas seem attractive. But, all they really want is to make themselves important.... You're still thinking of The Yemen, Jazz. Those guys were real throwbacks. I never knew the old Bedouin ways still existed. What I mean is those guys didn't know any better. I doubt if any of them had ever been more than a day or two in a Controlled Area." That's different, Pru. These are guys from around here. They've lived here all their. Once you bound my wrists I began to feel better. Familiar ground.I rested my weight on my bound forearms and lowered my head so that you could fasten the gag. You proceeded to wrap a long doubled length of rope around my waist and knot it in the center of my stomach. The ends you ran between my legs to form a crotch rope („so you would leave the panties on for awhile“) and under the waist rope at my back. I didn't see you run the ends to the back of the coffee table and under it, but I knew. ” I was shocked. She took my hand and pulled me up out of my chair and pushed me down onto my bed on my back. Donna grabbed my belt and opened it, unzipped my jeans and pulled on them. “Lift your butt.” I did and she pulled my jeans and shorts down to my knees. I could tell from her voice that she was nervous. Donna sat on the side of my bed. For a minute she just looked at my cock. I was already hard as a baseball bat. My five inches stood there up above my belly pointing at my head. . Anything else you need for her?" I'm going to... nurse her after she finishes this jar. Can I get herout of the crib for that?"She glanced at my chart. "Since she's awake yes. I'll come back in tenminutes and I'll help get her situated in your arms for you?" Thanks," she told her."No problem, enjoy your din-din cutie..." she told me.I sighed and accepted another spoonful of mushy red goo. Not havingfront teeth right then meant I really had a mess on my face and bib. Itwas even worse than on the.