I cooked the ravioli in two batches. I divided each batch into four bowls. Cynthia took the cooked bowls, poured pesto sauce on the ravioli and covere... the bowl with foil. The other teams had their stuff ready. We took it all to the great room.I asked Carol if she would consider restarting The Carol School. "The smart cats need to be educated in history, civics, English, and simple math. I don't think they will fit in at public school."Carol could see the problem too. She asked that the cats. " "Thinking about going camping, daddy?" she giggled. "Nice tent you've erected." I looked down, noticed my erection. I started turning red. "It's ok, daddy. I'd go camping with you any day." She got up, placed a hand on my erection, kissed me on the cheek, and headed upstairs. While I recovered from her touch, I heard her run a shower. Minutes later, I heard her call for me. Carefully, I entered the bathroom. "Daddy, can you wash my back?" she asked, sounding innocent. "Sure, baby." I replied.. She liked being held down and gang raped, but she didn't like being tied up."I have an idea," she continued, "Let's go to the Target Room. It's soundproof." There'll be people there," Jake said. "I know it's a weeknight, but if someone sees you there, they'll want to take you into the Target Room themselves." Crap!" she said. Now that she was aroused, she wanted to do something. "Too bad it's not Friday..."Jake laid the gun down on a table and turned toward the kitchen. Smiling to herself, Béla. Blindfolded and gagged. Only sign of life was the noise of the air being sucked in and out of the nostril tubes inserted up into her nose allowing her oxygen. Much needed, but limited oxygen. The rest of her body was covered in a tight, black latex catsuit. Her arms were encased behind her back in a single leather arm binder. Her forearms were pulled crushingly together beneath the leather enclosure. Leather straps at her wrists, above and below her elbows, buckled tightly and pad locked,.