..............................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like ... normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the basement. Julie sighed. Gloria must have gone out temporarily. She'd be back shortly though. Julie looked around for Bertha. She wanted to tell her about this news."Looking for someone else?" the coach asked as he brushed his powerful thighs against hers "accidentally"."I'm... I came here with a friend. We're both looking for Gloria, and I want to tell her what you told me," Julie said, feeling her snatch fire up at the constant rubbing Coach Brown was giving her ass with his bulging groin."I don't think. Makhtol's nefarious scheme was not just to destroy the United States government. The reasoning behind his despicable attack on the Capitol was the hope that the United States would be paralyzed and would be unable to respond to his treachery throughout the Middle East and Europe. His craving for power has caused him to try to spread his fanatic Islamic Revolution beyond the borders of Iran." We would like to live in peace with all parts of the Islamic world. But the Ayatollah Makhtol has left. So did I. I took her home. ———————— I called the house. It used to be My home. Now…it’s just the house. ‘Dan! Where are you?’ Cindy asked. ‘Truckee,’ I tell her. ‘Wait, let me get the others on the line,’ she screams to the others and soon I’m on speaker phone with all of them asking me questions. ‘I’m coming back, we all need to talk,’ I told them. I stopped off at the diner and give Jennifer my address and phone number. ‘I really like you, and I think I have feelings for you. I know things.