I told her I had already planned that so we could have someprivacy. She pulled her car into the garage as I walked inbehind her closing the door.She s...tepped out of her car in a blue "business"suit. I was in awe as I've always loved a woman who dresseslike that. I walked over to her, reaching around her waist,leaned down and lightly kissed first her left cheek workingaround to her ear as my hand went down her back until it restedon her ass.She pushed me back away, appearing angry. She then. Sneaking through the house to thebasement I set about tying myself up with lots of tape around my legs anda thick wad of stuffing in my mouth sealed in with more sticky tape. Iwrapped my wrists with more tape and stretched them out in front of me asI lay on the floor, completing the feeling of helplessness.Struggling on the floor I imagined my captor raping me as I cried into mygag. My struggles caused the skirt to ride up my waist helping to feedmy imagination, the excitement built as I as I. That account was for buying food, paying traffic tickets and all the other needful things of life. Then we had retirement funds in another account and one bank account listed under the name, "Investments." We had just about decided to open our own roadhouse. The Buck Horn was okay, but we were getting tired of Walt Deaver's continual whining and bitching. He wanted to pay us less since we were "fixtures" there and he had given us our first chance.Connie put a stop to that by informing him that. I glanced at my wall timekeeper and then smiled at her, "good morning."She frowned, "who are you and where am I?"I smiled, "my name is Adam and you are on my ship."She looked around, "my father..."I snorted, "you belong to me. You are listed by your father as a consort."She opened her mouth and I touched her lips, "do you really want to be there?"She looked into my eyes and I shrugged, "I read your journal."She looked down and I caressed her face, "I will ask."She looked at me quickly and I.