The girl took one of my nipples between her lips and that small contact was evil. She bit me gently and it felt as though she'd taken a blowtorch to m... flesh. My knees weakened and I fell, hanging there, too weak to bring myself to stand again. I didn't care. My lungs heaved and added to my misery, I was dying finally.I woke up lying on the floor. The noose was no longer around my neck, nor was leg spreader attached to my ankles. I looked around weakly and Patricia was sitting nearby on a. Hesitantly I agreed and popped in a racing game and started to play, and after about ten minutes I got hungry and went downstairs to raid his fridge. I reached the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen and sure enough his mother was there, only now she was in sweats and a skin tight shirt that hugged her slender body and wrapped around her massive tits. She had told me before that when she was a teen she got drunk one night and got a boob job to go from a C bra to a double D. Looking. I turn to see what’s disturbed them, because they all look at something toward the door before they move back.Standing just inside the street door is a young man, mid-twenties, thin build, dark hair, a smirk on his face, and the eyes of a hungry tiger. Just behind him are five men, the lead one has Yakuza markings on his hand: ones I’ve not seen before. When the other four move forward I see they move with the easy sliding motion of men trained in the martial arts, probably ninja security. A really chunky gal came running out of the kitchen and up to Harley. She had one tit hanging out of her top with a baby attached to it. She gave Harley a kiss and stepped back looking at us.Harley looked at her and said, "We been in Reno all weekend and we're broke. We've not eaten since last night. Go to town and get us some burgers."The woman (I can't remember her name to save my life) looked at us and said, "Sure Honey. Can I wait until the baby goes to sleep?"Harley said, "Yeah, but bring.