.. Hesuddenly realised he was staring at her, and she was naked, and bound,and his Earth reflexes took over. He tore his eyes away, and muttered,"Sorr...."She laughed. "You're from Earth, aren't you?" She didn't seemembarrassed about her position. He nodded."So am I," she said, in English. "Where are you from?" America," he said, realising he had lost control of the situationsomehow."I'm from Britain. London, in fact," she said. She pulled at the bondsholding her hands behind her back. "Could you. Jesus, she was tall, as I saw her heading my way, me in my customary white, button down, cotton shirt, I nursed a beer, in a back booth. Her legs were long, the black leather mini she wore stretched them further. Oh hell ya, she actually wore fishnets, not enough cunts took that time to please. Her white blouse was near transparent, she had maybe an A cup, but her nipples were beaming, nicely. She had a howdy doody face, her nose was crooked from being broken, I dug her. Her deep, green eyes. It was a light cotton blouse, just dark enough to hide the outline of her breasts. Ellen was small breasted and very seldom wore a bra. This always provided Steven easy access to her breasts and he loved sneaking peeks at them or touching them when they were in public.Ellen unbuttoned the first button, but finding access to her breast a bit limited, she quickly un-buttoned the next button. She slipped her hand inside of her blouse and ran her palm across her breasts. Ellen loved playing with. ..“What in tarnation?”On Saturday afternoon, as the town car departed down the circular driveway toward the street, Abbey dropped her luggage on the stoop. She padded through the grass on the front lawn in her trainers and stared at the silhouette in the upstairs window. Although she prided herself on her 20/20 vision, there was a translucent curtain blocking her view. Loitering outside of the two-story house, Abbey moved closer. She could tell the silhouette was not Jed.It was a woman. Her.