What more?”“Takashi-san needs to stay in Canada until Ito’s trial is over. I want her to stay longer. I want her to be our liaison.”“What la...sn?”“My contact with the research team. Takashi-san works between the research team and me.”“Deal. No more.”“Yes, more. We are friends now. I can tell you about other things.”“What now?”“I have a satellite you will want to buy plans for, there are upgrades to make the T-4 (a military training fighter-jet) safer and a better trainer, and I have frictionless. Listen, would you be able to hold the fort tonight? I'm thinking of staying here for a bit."Gemma rolls a polished finger in a circle indicating to spin the yarn but I'm listening to Shaun fumble excuses. He hates last minute alterations. "Oh. Okay… Sure. Okay, I'd forgotten what day it is. No problem, I can stay late another time." I shrug at Gemma. She grabs the phone."Mr. Whitman? Hi. Sorry, we're kidnapping your wife tonight." My face drops and I scrabble for the phone but she turns away,. She proceeded to tell me it was the smallest she had ever seen. But she stroked me to see how “big” I’d get. She though I grew a “fair” amount. Then she had a proposal. She though I was really cute, nice guy, but I’d never ever fuck her. She preferred big cocks, really big cocks. She was a super size queen (she has one of those tattoos, a spade with with a Q in it, just above her pussy). I didn’t know what that meant, she had to explain. She preferred at least 8 inches and thick. BUT, she. It took me several minutes torealise that I was in a car and we were driving somewhere. It took melonger to understand how I had been restrained. I was lying face down onthe back seat with my hands cuffed behind me, my elbows were cuffed andeven my thumbs didn't escape restraints. My ankles had also been cuffedand were pulled up behind me and attached to the cuff chain of myelbows. Judging by the fact that my toes were pointing skyward I guessedthat my feet were in high heels. Stockings also.