Rosie soaked for another fifteen minutes, dried herself, and padded to her aunt and uncle's bed. After all her exertions of the day, she soon drifted ...ff to sleep.“She's ready,” Mary whispered to the two men as the three of them tiptoed into the bedroom where Rosie lay naked in the centre of the large bed.“Fuck, she is beautiful,” Harry whispered, as he started to remove his clothes.George and Mary followed suit, and the three naked adults stood around the bed. The two men gently stroking their. Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten. Mr. Van Dusen nodded. “Sounds fair to me.” Then he closed everything up in his briefcase and stood up.I stood up too and offered my hand to shake.He smiled, shook my hand, and then went to the door. “Oh, and if any of the Officers or the Sheriff try to question you...”I nodded. “I’ll ask for you and say nothing else.”He nodded and tried the doorknob. It was locked. It didn’t faze him. He knocked on the door and waited for Jenkins to open it.Jenkins held it open with his eyes on me.Mr. Van Dusen. Would you fetch the shackles please?” I watched mesmerised by her long legs and shapely ass as she walked out of the room only to reappear moments later with her tray. Instead of Champagne this time there were a pair of antique silver handcuffs and a length of chain sitting on it. Steve took the tray off her and placed it in a side table and taking her hand led her over to the couch. She sat daintily on it and swivelled so that she was sitting upright with her legs stretched out before her..