"Yes, Mr. Bond," a man on the other end replied cheerfully. "There's been an accident," Bond started to say. "May I know the necessary details, Mr. ...ond?" "There seems to have been a short in the wiring of the lights in my pool. My two guests have tragically been electrified." "A horrible occurance, Mr. Bond," said the man. "May I suggest you head into town for dinner and I will have my crew come round to your villa and clean everything up for you." Bond accepted the suggestion and. So a foot we went, or feet and paws pounding the pavement towards the nearest phone. Now Chucks had standing pools of water everywhere to quench his thirst. But I on the other hand wasn’t prepared for being stranded and the long, long walk was making me thirsty along with a bit hungry. The Highway was generous with patches of black berries everywhere. I was picking them up as fast as I could eat them. Darting towards every plump berry I saw. I began stowing them in my pocket so I could make. She was only wearing a leather mask that covered her eyes. The only opening was her mouth and it was forced wide open some how. No piercing’s, Tattoos, or Branding’s yet.She was led into a warehouse and the video stopped for a moment. when it came back up she was tied tightly to an x shaped device. her legs spread wide apart.Susan noticed there was more than just one camera man. Another man approached Candy with a small vacuum tube attached to a hose, you could here the sucking sound the tube. If that’s what I’ve got to do, that’s what I’ll do.” Alana kissed Brandon. “You’re such a dear. Kind of a pervert, but a dear.” While Brandon was fretting about the coming evening, Alana was tingling with excited anticipation. At six feet and two hundred pounds, Brandon was plenty of man for her, and what he had between his legs was also quite satisfactory. But, Alana thought, is one man ever really enough? It isn’t just a question of quantity. There is an infinite variation of qualities, and.