She is standing over me, but dressed, so I don’t have to see those number 10 knockers. She has taken my wrist. “Isn’t it like this?” and she i... holding my wrist at one corner of the bed, and tying the rope. The rope is silky, soft. She ties it a little tight, but, hey, those Roman legionnaires were no wimps.And the other wrist. “You’ve got to be at least as desirable as any slave girl, with your big brown eyes and these gorgeous, gorgeous long legs, baby.”And she is tying my ankles. I am in. No,I’ve got other options than to live on the good graces of Christine and Rod. In a way I suppose I should look at it a very fortunate and unexpected windfall. The letters and the calls from an attorney with the most annoying Midwestern nasally twang to his voice that I’ve ever heard in my life. It seems I own one hundred and seventy-seven acres of woods and rolling farmland complete with the cows, chickens, horses, and a quaint farmhouse smack dab in the middle of nowhere. You may ask what. ‘You’re falling behind,’ he pointed out, aiming a sizzling look at her own chest. Heather slid the strap of her purse off one shoulder and let it fall. She half smiled, thinking of the sexy lingerie she was wearing that had been a gift from her sister before this trip. Cassie had suggested that, if all else failed, Heather seduce the hell out of Jake to get him to listen to her. Heather wasn’t certain how she and Jake had ended up in this situation with barely three sentences spoken since her. He continued moving his hands forward, and I’m sure he got some of her boobs as well. It was getting hard seeing my mom getting enjoyed ( and enjoying too) in a public place in front of so many people. He was almost kissing her hair and hair, which must be turning on Ammi.I thought nobody was seeing. The guy next to Ammi, i.e., to her right, was watching these things. He, too, wanted some ‘service.’ So he moved immediately next to Ammi very cleverly without giving anyone a clue.He brought his.