'Paul D. stood and face away from the field and parted his coat, his penis was rock hard and sticking out from his pants, I looked at it and raised my...face to look into Paul's. Paul said see no one is paying us any attention so we can go now or wait till some one notice us.Franklyn stood and walked towards the far end of the bleachers and dropped down, I followed and Paul D. followed me. We left the school grounds and walked for twenty minutes to the deserted apartment complex near the field.. The door opened, but it was not Bob! It was Jack Carsten! She was frozen in her tracks. She did not know what to do. What was Jack doing here, and with a key to this house. She struggled against her handcuffs, perhaps to cover her naked breasts and pussy. They she thought, ’What am I thinking. Jack has seen me naked before. He has bound and tortured me. He has fucked me and required me to suck his cock.’ Finally she gathered he wits and just stood there, naked and bound before. She moaned as I squeezed one breast and chewed on the other nipple, then abruptly stood up, grabbed me by the thong and marched downstairs.Molly and Becki had come in from the garden and were locked in a 69 embrace on the leather sofa in the conservatory. Gemma joined them on the sofa grabbing any available tits and licking bum cheeks. I slipped away to fetch a camera and came back to find Gemma rubbing her pussy against Molly's pubic bone; whilst they discussed my fisting skills. As I clicked. I need to go home and deal with burying him." She looked sad and anxious, but not displeased. I guess my job was done. The universe used me, once again, to get a woman through a crisis, and sent them on their way, at least partially healed.Abigail was able to catch a flight out of Charleston, South Carolina, and I continued up the Intercostal, alone – again.Being alone gave me time to think about Abigail's news. If her husband was some kind of conduit for Muslim terror, could he have been.