I knew it was one of his favorite lingerie combos. He beckoned me closer with his index finger. I followed him around the corner, out of sight from St...cy.Noah reached in and released my left tit, squeezed it and flicked the nipple with his tongue. He reached for my warm, moist slit but I slapped his hand away. “That, you’ll have to wait a little longer for.” I went to the wet bar, made myself a cocktail and looked in on Stacy’s homework progress.After dinner, I suggested that Noah take a shower. Then the colours in their turn became paler merging into a monochromatic glow which slowly gave way to a fuzzily perceived view of the room about him.Eventually he became aware once more of his ability to move his own limbs. Stiff and aching from being sat in one place for, he didn't know how long, it took him all his effort to lever himself, unsteadily, to his feet.His primary feeling was hunger, an overwhelming need to eat, almost anything. Looking for something fast, hot and bulky, he found. I had only one option.The ziptie dug into the flesh of my wrists as I stretched it as much as itcould go and began to scrape it up and down the pipe, hoping the roughrusted patches would wear the plastic down enough to break it apart. Myteeth ground into the gag from the pain, not just from my wrists, but alsothe unnatural position and stress that had been placed on my shoulders. Icould feel tears of agony freely flowing down my cheeks, but I knew I hadto keep at it, that I was likely faced. Leigh had her hand on Damien’s chest and his arm was around her shoulder. His hand was running up and down the length of her arm. They were both contemplating the significance of what’d just happened. But Damien hadn’t forgotten what made him come to her so desperately. ‘Leigh…’ He started. ‘Tell me what happened.’ He felt her tense instantly. ‘Michael was here earlier. He wants me to go see him tomorrow night.’ ‘What?!’ Damien sat up right away. ‘I can’t believe it! He is delusional if he.