"Now what?" Claire asked looking around.Turning toward Isabel Constance asked, "How long do you think Miss Bjorn and our uncle will be unconscious?" L...ng I should think. I gave them the whole bottle. But I can't be certain," Isabel answered."Well, we dare not rely on good fortune too heavily," Constance said. "Let's look around and see if we can't find some clothing and perhaps even some weapons then get away from here as quickly as possible." I'm certainly agreeable with your suggestion. "I got in my truck and drove toward my home with a sigh of relief. I think I dodged that bullet.A couple of weeks went by and I watched TV a bit more than usual. I admitted to myself that I watched Eve's show and got to know her public persona through it. I liked her riding in my pickup better but that's the breaks. She did talk about ham radio and the wonderful emergency people she had worked with.I didn't know how to contact her and my life had quickly returned to its routine of radio and. . She is sitting on a sturdy wooden chair fixed to the floor. She feels something long and thick entering her and holding her more or less suspended in the air. His wrists are tied to a rope that comes from a pulley attached to the ceiling. But the worst part are her legs, open and tucked in at the knees, ankles tied to the back of the chair. Her whole body is stretched like a bowstring and centered on the stick that penetrates her. She spent hours trying to relieve the horrible pressure at the. I finally opened my hand and wrapped it around his hard on. He finally leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh of triumph. I began moving my hand up and down, pumping it, wondering how I got into this situation. I felt his cock grow rock hard. Zoning out, I almost didn't notice the spaghetti strap getting yanked down again. As I used my freehand to clutch back up, he sat up in bed. Stacked some pillows behind him so that he could be in a more reclined position. Before he.