"This is a basement you said?" he asked. When I nodded yes, he asked if I had the dimensions of the basement's entry. I had to confess that I didn't, ...but that it seemed to be a normal door and a straight stairway with no turns."Did the stairs seem narrow or steep?" he asked. I thought they seemed 'normal', and told him so.From there it was a series of questions about what kind of equipment I wanted. I knew from the internal conversations Cooper and I had that at a minimum we both wanted a. "Hands above your head." As soon as I complied the handcuffs activated. I was completely unable to move my wrists. "Now shut off that damn butler droid." Alfred, you know what to do." I could hear Alfred's systems winding down as he turned off."Now for some fun!" the fugitive yelled. She pulled Angela's hands behind her back then, pulling a roll of tape from her utility belt, she wrapped the tape around Angela's wrists several times. Roughly knocking my slave to the floor, she taped her. There was an area between the buildings that kept you from being seen from the street or the buildings themselves. Of course, there was always a chance someone would either walk or drive down the alley, making you very visible.My submissive slut wore a black lace garter belt, black stockings with back seams, black spiked heels, black lace bra, and a black mini wrap dress, which tied in the front. Just before we walked down the alley I told her to put on her white mask and we walked to the. Phoebe, dressed in a transparent halter and a very small apron, served him scrambled eggs and toast, while the others dawdled over coffee. He wolfed down his breakfast, then Malcolm led him and Anita to the driveway, where Tony already had the Jenson’s Jeep warmed up. Both Anita and John dozed most of the way.Malcolm waited while the Andrews signed the paperwork, then left for home with Anita and John following. Anita was driving, and the two cars got separated at a stop light, but John waved.