He was a good dancer.Later on that night she found he was good in bed, with the chiseled body of one who works out at a health club. Ever the thoughtf...ul lover, he had an unused toothbrush for her. Everything in his condominium overlooking Connecticut Avenue spoke of good taste and a good income.When Emily looked at pictures framed on the walls, she said, "I recognize several reproductions from the National Art Gallery. The others are original." She walked over to one his book shelves. "These. ”Jack tried to speak but still crooked out the words. Taking small sips of water, Jack manages to saysomething to Lucie.“How long have I been out” asked Jack?“You’ve been out for three almost four days. We did have problems moving you from our cabin, theyhad to bring in a crane to lift you out and bring you here.”“Ohhh is that why I feel like shit?” Jack asked? “Did you guys try to rest my broken bones, as theydon’t feel right?”“Yes, yes we did try to rest you bones but they just keep going. Martin ("call me 'Big Al'", as he told her when they had first met), was a rather attractive man. She could understand, she thought, what Pamela had seen in him. He was very tall, over 6' 4'', and was broad-shouldered with a trim waist, and was very muscular and well built, from what she had observed when they were all at the pool party together. Besides, he owned the development company that Brad worked for, and was reputed to be a millionaire many times over. Certainly, he and Pamela had a. There was chair, very similar to a barber chair, in the middle of the room and Gary and Ron picked me up and sat my bare ass on the cold leather. The chair had a stand up head rest and they each grabbed one of my legs and pulled them up and back, so that my ass was spread open on the edge of the chair. Using cords from a table nearby, Ron tied my ankles to the head rest while Gary tied each of my arms to an arm rest. When they were done, my open ass was spread wide open, I couldn't move and I.