The first one ran around her waist, and had been carefully measured to make sure that once fastened, it would pull her stomach tightly towards the bac... of the chair. The second ran just under Jenny’s breasts, again, pulling her to the back of the chair, so she could not move. Now it was time for her left arm. She could still turn her head to see what she was doing, as she started with the wrist strap, pulling it tight enough to ensure her wrist would not slide through the strap. In fact, it was. The license plates didn't exist. Hell's Angels alibied each other. The only thing missing was my address book.Consulting my detective friend, it turned out a plant in the Amsterdam bikers had been killed a few days before. Interpol worried about its own mole. The investigation retreated."They know I'm headed to Amsterdam," I said to the detective."Maybe you should change your plans," said the detective. I nodded.I called my ex to find out about Devi and Benjamin. "They got home yesterday," she. All the jets came on at once and Ashley sat up suddenly. Her breasts stunned me. I hadn’t seen her in less than a bikini in years. These were not the round grapefruits of her mother, but more like our home grown peppers, soft blunt cones more long than wide, with a slight upward curve. Patches of foam clung to them. They looked totally delicious. Through the jet-swirled water, suddenly transparent, I saw her taut ab muscles . . . and the fine blonde hair of her pussy. Her lightly tanned legs. She pulled on the bra that totally covered her breast and dangled loose at her back. Next was the skirt, it had an elasticated waist but still hung down and heavy on her hips. Last was the top, a blouse of ivory silk that flared out like a tent on her. She sighed in exasperation and tucked the excess folds into the skirt.She walked through the house calling as she went. "Groves! Groves where are you?" Here dear" he called mildly from the front room."What are you doing in there?" she cried.