A broad leather strap went across her heavingchest just below her breasts and wide straps were quickly fastened around eachthigh just below her pussy,...these were also attached to the chains fastenedto the outside edge of the bench. Slowly, as she came down from the detachedplane of her orgasm Susan came to terms with her new immobility, the strapacross her chest held her down firmly and the two thigh straps forced he legswide open obscenely displaying the gaping slash of her swollen sex. The. .. wanted to... fuck me.Another pause as she studied her husbands face. So far he seemed OK, then she said "He was very nice about it, no grabbing like most of them have done. Then he told me about a financial bonus if I would be nice to him... if I would fuck him. A big bonus every time I would fuck him. And... oh shit Dan, I did it... I fucked him." and she handed him the two $100 dollar bills.Dan sat there staring at her blankly, not saying a word, looking down at the bills in his hand and. He had his Walker in one hand and his LeMat in the other. "All right, ya bastards, who wants ta die first? Y'all might git me, but I'll remind ya that ya're facing a shotgun in my left hand. It's loaded with .30 caliber balls and can't miss at this range. I 'spect that I'll take out 3 or 4 of y'all, at least, afore I go down, so what's it gonna be?"The galoot on the extreme right must have been a complete idiot, because he reached for his gun when the boss in the back of the room yelled, "GIT. It wouldn’t take much to set Punk Rocker off either, he was already a ticking time bomb of anger from just being covered from head to toe in wet cement. They made muddy wet cement tracks towards the elevator to go up to Dr. Spy’s office. The elevator went up and the doors opened. Dr. Spy, though he sat calmly at his desk down the hall, already started berating Punk Rocker before he could even take one step out of the elevator. ‘You are very lucky that you didn’t lead the police here to me. I.