The shower curtain rod makes an excellent spreader bar as she stands against the coffee table with her heel- encumbered feet separated by a yard of st...el and excessive amounts of nylon cord. Her arms are bound together at the wrists and ankles, then tied down to the table so they support her weight as she bends over at a 90-degree angle with her ass pushed back just ever so slightly. A simple ball gag completes her imprisonment, which leaves her standing all too accessible to the whims of a man. Umm...,” he stammered. “You’re Dan’s wife? I thought Wendy is married to Dan.”“Wendy may as well be his wife also for the number of times I’ve watched him fuck her in our bed,” she willingly offered. She noticed his shock at her unexpected arrival, and he glanced back into the large living room. “You can relax Rob, I know Dan and Wendy are here so you and your wife can swap partners for fucking.”Rob took in the sensual beauty of her short blonde hair, low-cut top, and short skirt. “Please come. You could not ignore the fact that they only had eyes for each other back at the Roadhouse. Oh I would bet my life that they are sexually compatible.’ ‘Well yes I would have to agree they seem to be attracted to each other. I do get the sense that the way have reacted to each other is just like how Bruce and I reacted when we first met. I guess I will also have to agree that we are unlikely to see Linda for now and that my parents will be deprived of Walter’s company tonight.’ As they were. She rolled her eyes and kept them on her parchment, scrawling away and wriggling uncomfortably on her taut-skinned swollen buttocks. Her hand was horribly cramped by the time she finished and the Captain’s appearance with a plate of food and pitcher of ale engendered something akin to relief. The food was good too – Spanish serrano ham, manchego cheese and fresh bread, with fresh fruit to follow. She tore into it lustfully, eyeing the Captain nervously while she ate. He was pacing the cabin.