Anthony had a thing for girls that were being held captive against their will. He enjoyed making them perform sex acts that they wouldn’t have dream...d of doing without being forced. For Anthony’s benefit, Sammy put Cheryl in her old room and chained her ankle.It was midafternoon when the door opened and a man, well into his forties, walked in. Cheryl Baxter was sitting on the side of the bed nude with the chain attached to her ankle. The stranger walked over to her, grabbed a handful of her. He’s probably not going to be too happy paying me to sit here and play cards with you and your friends. In fact, he’s probably furious that it’s taken me so long to move a few boxes.”“Don’t worry about Mr. Drew, Bob I’ll phone him and clear you coming to play cards with us,”“You can do that?” I asked.“Sure I can,” she ended smiling, “you see I own this retirement home, so Mr. Drew works for me, and I suppose so do you, so what I do with your time is none of his business. But I will tell him how. ”“I think you’ll have to move,” I said with a smile.She carefully disentangled herself from me and stood up. I got up, went over to the tub, closed the drain and adjusted the tap. I went back to Liz and gently eased her onto the bench. While the tub filled, I licked and sucked her nipples, enjoying her large breasts. What my wives had said was true - hers were truly the only really large breasts I adored, and I knew it was the girl they were attached to that made all the difference.When the tub. She had a couple days off and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out. I agreed and asked where she wanted to go. We decided to meet a restaurant near her place. Before I knew it we had made plans to meet in only an hour. I rushed to get ready. I wasn’t sure why but, I ran through my usual date night kind of rituals. Something had come over me I couldn’t explain. I shrugged it off and headed out.I pulled up to the restaurant and got out of my car. I loved the place. The food was fantastic, the.