Her hands explored and gently touched, stroked. He hands came down his sides to the top of his shorts and moved to the front and the snap closure ther.... She unsnapped it, took hold of the zipper and slowly lowered it. She pushed his shorts to the floor, knelt down and removed his sandals first, then his shorts. She ran her hands up his right leg to his boxers, across the front and stopping at his cock for only a second before going down his left leg. She moved one hand back to his left and. Almost believing its’ all a nightmare, yet realizing the pain’s so real, just the occasional creaking of the ropes, her own rasping groans are the only sounds. Time dragging, minutes maybe over an agonizing hour, the constant aches, pains flood every muscle, every joint of her stretching, contorting body. More minutes, another paralyzing hour, she’s barely able to maintain her stance, to block the searing pain of the taut ropes. The sounds of keys rattling, locks manipulated, handles. 'Nice,' she said approvingly. 'There we go, suck on one, that's it.' She stuck her big toe in between Jim's lips, and he began to caress it obediently. 'How many can you fit in, honey?' Jim opened wide, feeling himself being pushed back as Claudia inserted as much of her foot into Jim's mouth as was possible. Jim had to use his neck muscles to push back and allow Claudia to reach all the way into his throat. Only when he gagged audibly, when Jim felt short but hard nails against the roof of his. "Good morning, Mater! Good morning, Strange Man with the Beard and the Spectacles (which haven't even been invented yet)!" "Harrumph!" Edric rumbled. "Ah, good morning... er... son. This gentleman," he added, with a nod at Dr. Spockrates. "Is (as you so astutely observed) a complete stranger to you. His name is Dr. Spockrates." "Ah!" piped Alaric. "A pleasure to meet you Dr. Spockrates... uh... may you live long and prosper!" The aforementioned venerable gentleman appeared rather startled at.