She stuffed another pair of stockings in my mouthand covered them with tape, and tied me hand and foot to the bed.Finally, she taped a plastic bag ove... my penis.Then she left me.All afternoon and evening I was bound and gagged on her bed.I'm not sure whether Whitney had actually considered the issuesaccompanying being bound to a bed for so long a period. I guess shedidn't - at least not at that stage.However, I think her conscience must have got the better of her duringher shift as, during a. She jerked and whimpered again into his mouth.Like that, don't you? he mused.She seemed to come to herself again briefly. Get your hands off me, bastard!His laugh rumbled deep into her throat. That's not what your body is telling me, love.He flicked his finger again and circled leisurely around her clitoris, rubbing it every now and then, making her writhe under his oppressive weight as much as her chains would allow. All the while he had been consistently thrusting in and out of her,. I thought that maybe I could catch her then, butshe sped up as soon as I did. The short steps I had to take due to theskirt weren't helping, either. *Debbie, I am going to kill you when I catch you,* I vowed,trotting along in the damned boots. After about two blocks, she stopped the car suddenly and got out. Iwas going to scream at her, but she put a finger to her lips as she ranup to me. Then she gave me a big, wet kiss. *Whoa!* I thought, visionsof revenge evaporating. "That's. "Ok," Jorge Martinez moved to the other side of John?s gurney. "In afew minutes, some one is going to come in and give you drink. There?s adye in it that helps us during surgery. It?s very sweet and youprobably won?t like it very much, and that?s too bad for you, becausewe need you to drink it. Swallow it down in one or two swigs. Don?tprolong the taste any more than you need to." Ok," John nodded."Then, someone will give you a shot that will relax you a lot. Withyour weight being a hundred and.