She could hear voices. Harsh, mean, laughing, cruel voices — she didn't want to see the faces these voices belonged to, they filled her with fear. A...strange coppery smell assaulted her nostrils. Curiosity overrode her fear and she opened her eyes.The scene turned her insides to ice.A man was sitting in front of her, also bound wrist and ankle, but propped up against a post, with his hands behind him. He was clad only in briefs, startlingly white against his tanned skin, the muscles in his. “Hmm ... I should probably take a look,” the doc said.Shit. Shit. Fucking shit! I thought in an embarrassed panic. It only got worse when she grabbed the gown I was wearing and started pulling it up. As short as that gown was, I was dangling in the wind in less than a second. What she did next caused my breath to catch in my chest. She reached out, cradled my thankfully limp cock in her hand, and lifted it.I cut my eyes toward my wife, expecting a protest, or at least a concerned look in. "Relax, relax!" Jamie reassured Nikki. "You three were good last night,it's just that some BOY thinks it's funny to play a practical joke on ahungover girl!" Nikki and Jamie both scowled as Stuart shrugged andbeamed a smart Alek grin at them."...And I was going to ask you if you had fun in Cleveland," Nikki said,before giggling and shaking her head."It was great!" Stuart replied. "Definitely something off the bucketlist. Just wished I could've gone with my family but, well, there'salways time. She saw that the one watching T.V. was smoking a cigar and he suddenly turned around and saw her staring right back at him. ‘Hey Jo,’ Bob shoved him ‘we got a visitor,’ he said putting out his cigar in the nearest ashtray. Getting up he smoothed down his pants as if they weren’t already severely creased to be fixed. ‘Uhhh,’ Jo drooled as he looked up in the direction that Bob was walking. When he stood his face lit up, as he walked toward her, he checked his breath. Yvonne stepped back as the.