Six weeks after Marianna and the girls moved in, we had a visit we did not expect. I answered the door bell and saw two dark suited men standing befor... me.“I’m FBI Special Agent Carlson, and this is Special Agent Swaggert. Are you Nicholas Minter?”“Uh ... yes, Sir. What can I do for you?” I wondered, completely surprised by a visit from the FBI.“We understand Ms. Marianna Alvarez lives here. Is that correct?”“Uh ... yes, she does.” I was getting a bad feeling about this visit.“May we come in?. "Let us go to the diningroom table here. I've got some writing paper ready. My, it's oldlooking," she said, as Martha unwrapped the book."I'll put some tea on." said Albert. "Or would you like coffee?" Yes, I'd prefer coffee," said Inge.Martha nodded too. Yes please, Albert." Albert is so English. He prefers tea to coffee. Ah, but you would knowthat," said Inge with a mischievous smile.She carefully opened the book. "Let me see. Hmmm, written by hand inthe old Gothic style of lettering." She. All these names, but I knew that none belonged to the guy tracing patterns on my stomach. He was quiet, waiting for my move.“Who are you?” I breathed out. He hummed as his hands traveled further up my body to tug on my nipples. Everything came flowing back, every sordid little detail, and I felt a drop of my arousal make its way from my pussy to between my ass cheeks.“Me? I’m Declan, darlin’, and we already met,” said Declan as he ghosted his fingers over my nipples again. The clamps were gone,. Dave checked the clock then slipping away to make the refreshment, still enjoying watching her agony but knowing that this refreshment break would give her, Gaye, his Gaye a little respite. A crust of warm wax by now had built up, all across the upper flesh, making the needles a single solid block. Dan called “cut!” all bar Gaye relaxed, the camera was placed down, and tea supped. Gaye was fed water, it being easier to administer, secure as she was. A new film in the camera, the strange frame.