Her next words froze him."Not so fast, Buster!She had followed him. "I'm just getting a hint of something here. You could just as easily have told me ...his over the phone and mailed me the package. But no, instead you decided you just had to come down here in person, all nice and polite and considerate and sympathetic. Pardon me for being suspicious, Bob Bondurant, but I smell a rat."I'm getting the distinct idea that you were expecting some lame-assed thing like a revenge fuck. You know you and. "No," I whispered, unable to look away; he step forward getting nearer and nearer, until he was right in front of me."I was getting changed to go out," I said."Please carry on," he smiled nastily at me, my hands untied the cord around my waist and my dressing gown dropped to the floor, leaving me dressed in just my knickers."Nice," his mouth smiled, his eyes didn't, and his hands reached out and cupped both of my breasts, "very nice." The sound of a vacuum cleaner outside my door, I'm sure,. It had soft red cuffs linked by a chain, a collar and a titty chain that attached by little clamps to her red throbbing nipples once her tassels had been removed. I had to set up my cameras for them to use, then I was banished to my room next door, with strict instructions from Mum not to wank. I didn't get much sleep, as you can imagine.They began immediately, with Mum groaning loudly as the men started having sex with her. Sometimes it was hard to work out what they were doing to her, but. "Yeah I'm fine," she said sounding almost dismissive and preoccupied.It was a small business card. One of her own business cards and on theback there was something written."I'll call you back Clarence," she said hanging up on him before hecould reply.Still trying to settle her rattled nerves, she tried to rationalizewhat just happened."That man put this in my bra," she pondered now remembering hiswhisper of what now seemed to be an apology before saying they werebeing watched.She looked at the.