...............................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like...a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the basement. - "Qu'est ce que tu veux mon poussin ?..." m'interrompit-il enfouissant encore plus profond?ment ses doigts dansla chatte de ma femme.- "R?ponds moi ch?rie,que pr?f?res tu : que je m'amuse avec ta moule ou que je casse la gueule ?ton mari avant de lui casser le cul cette nuit ?" .....A toi de choisir...- "C'est d'accord... Continuez ce que vousme faites... " sanglota-t-elle servilement.- "Mais foutez-lui la paix, je vous enprie ! ......"Boone fourra son doigt aussi loinqu?il le. I locked all of the doors, but I don’t know what they want, or if that will hold them,’ she said. ‘Mom! I’ll be right there. Go up to the upstairs room and lock yourself in it. Don’t come out until I tell you to.’ I hung up and jumped on my bike. I never took the car out to the lake ’cause it was so close and I liked the exercise. I pedaled as hard as I could. I did everything I could to get home faster, took short cuts, back roads, everything. I called the police and told them to get to my. I came back from the loo and sat down and Dallas said I’ll just go to the loo now then to which I replied, did you ask to go to the loo, no she said, then you’re not going I guess. Dallas said but I need to go and I said no stay there while I get drinks, I went and came back with some fresh drinks but instead of southern comfort for her I got her a pint of beer, Dallas looked at me aghast and said can I go to the loo now then and I said after you’ve had your drink perhaps, she just looked at me.