Emile Chanson. He’d do Strom and Sam as well. And, someday, someone close to me, would track Wexler down. He’d die at the scene or spend his life ...ehind bars.Cold comfort.Wexler took his time securing me to that thick wooden chair. He used some sort of stretchy cord with metal hooks that locked end-to-end. The tape had just been temporary. As he drew the cord around each wrist, I placed my hand palm down, slid my thumb under the palm. The would raise my wrist, create a tiny bit of space.Then,. Bright lightnings flashed and I could almost feel the electricity flowing in the air. Even the sky is mourning with me, I thought melodramatically, as I walked to the buss stop. I’d definitely sit this one out if the hostess of the party wasn’t one of my best friends, but I had promised to be there so I would. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, as something grand was going to happen. I just didn’t know what the heck that something could be. The bus ride felt like it lasted forever, but. This was pretty heavy for me. Lorelei nudged Sandy a bit and glanced over at me with a look that basically said ‘Get your ass over there and talk to him’. Sandy rose up, walked in all her beauty over to me, and sat down on the log beside me. “Hey Michael….you ok?”“Fine..yeah…you?“Yeah, I’m great!” Still looking at me, and noticing that I had resumed looking straight ahead, she continued “You seem a bit spaced out.” Moving her hand to my thigh. “You also seem to have a bit of a boner there”. Overwhelmed by the thrill of being taken by two lovers in quick succession, Julie began a series of multiple orgasms, hips bucking up to meet Roger’s thrusts, back arching so that at times only her shoulders and heels were on the bed. A firm grip on his shoulder caused Roger to cease thrusting, and he turned to see Doug indicating that they should change places once more. As Roger withdrew and Julie slumped back onto the bed, Doug grasped her thighs, gently sliding her down the bed towards.