But I use to go to her house very rarely that day I went to my sisters place to give something which my mum gave me to handover to my sister. I went t... here house and started calling here but I was not getting any respond so I went in and gave another call then to no one was responding I was about to come back I herd a voice that was archana she was shouting from upstairs of her house that my sister went out and she will come little late.So I told her to come and pick the thing which my mum. So Sally wrapped the ropes around his wrists and ankles and attached him to each corner of the bedstead. Harry was totally exposed now with his shaft as the main focal point, prominent in its glory and central location.Then reaching into the cabinet again she took out some tape and a small leather, multi-stripped implement,Harry gasped but before he had time to object Sally had unravelled the tape and stuck a wide strip over his mouth, putting an end to any objections of his. Harry struggled. Withinseconds Sandy felt the suction on his tits get stronger, pulling his newnipples further in to the bulbs attached to them. Then the suction becamepulsing, like someone was milking him like someone would milk a cow. Hecould just see the tubes leading into the storage jars and after about aminute he saw a small amount of milk going down each tube. He could notbelieve the sensation of having his tits milked. It was a major turn on!They were so sensitive and the pulsing suction was the. Everyone of the runners I had caught, delivered or killed might have had a relative or friend with deep enough pockets to hire someone professional to go after me. That wasn’t something new or unheard of. As a matter of fact, this is how Brux ended his career. Shot by an upset life partner, waiting for him at the doorsteps of a police precinct after he delivered the runner. That happened eighteen years ago.I cursed myself for forgetting about that, perhaps the most important lesson Brux had.