‘You give us hope.’ She knew as I did what Bettina was trying to do, and she was having fun with it… and me. ‘She gives me heartburn.’ I rep...ied, my voice a grumble. The coffee tasted very good in spite of it. ‘She gives me ulcers.’ the Chief said, coming into the MCD room, ‘Don, you’re off the cases.’ ‘What!’ I said, whirling around in my swivel chair. ‘I want you to work full time on discovering who the hell is giving that woman all that information!’ said the Chief. ‘I want to know how in. Are you willing?’ ‘Of course baby, anything you say.’ I replied relived that she was safe. ‘In my black bag you will find four pairs of handcuffs and a ball gag. Go and get them.’ My first inclination was to ask her where she was, who she was with, and when will she be coming back, but something inside me said, ‘Wait. Just follow her instructions, don’t question her now.’ I found the bag and emptied the contents on the bed. ‘OK, got it, now what?’ I asked my lovely bride. ‘Put on the ball gag. The server, holding the table away from the bench, got an eyeful of blue panty and a wink from naughty Tina. His eyes never left her groin as he reset the table and positioned the menus. After enunciating "My name is Mark and -I- will happily be your server tonight." He left with a broad smile,"Where were we? Here, at your mons?" Pushing her dress and legs open, I slowly ran my hand up her shapely thigh until it collided with her mons veneris. She latched onto my still tumescent tool and gently. Panting for breath, she felt Jim run his hands up her thigh and over her caned ass before his fingers worked their way down her back and into her hair. Once there, Linda felt him move her mane to the side and reach for the straps holding her gag in place. To her relief, she felt the slack in the elastic as he releasing the clasp before gently pulling the horrible ball from her mouth. Flexing her jaw, she swallowed several times trying to relieve the dryness in her mouth.With her head bent.