Karen looked at me and asked me why I let her strap her wrists to the chair. I told Karen that I did not know why but I wanted to go now. Karen asked ...what I wrote in the letter that was now locked in the mail box. I told Karen that I actually wrote about having all of my choices made for me and not having a choice. I told Karen that I had followed her advice and actually told the truth confided my inner most thoughts etc... In that letter I had more or less confessed what I wanted in a. I unzipped him, groped around in his pants and withdrew his cock. As I squeezed and pulled on it, I felt it grow and stiffen satisfyingly in my fist. Doug murmured,"Oh Jen, oh Jen..." I stood, and straddled him in his chair. With my free hand I tugged the wet gusset of my knickers to one side and descended on to Doug's rigid pole. My head tipped back and my mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt the cocktip part my cuntlips and slide deep in to my fanny. I plunged all the way down his hard. "Well, there's that show playing in this theatre pretty close to our hotel. Y'know, that one that's been running for about 60 years and I thought we could ... you know ... get tickets for the matinee maybe. And then, after that, we could maybe..."Oh, what a bore she is ... thank god for distractions!Jo lights another cigarette, uncrosses her legs and pretends to rummage around in her bag for something. As she's doing that, she shifts the position of her chair and angles herself away from. I went back to the other end of the groove and found another buried gate. The groove was a man-made riverbed that flowed right back into the original river. That was when I got excited. If the gate was designed to change the course of the river, it would leave the gold on the current riverbed accessible to mining.When I took a pickax and shovel to the dirt behind the gate, it became apparent that I had correctly surmised the purpose of the gate. My next task was to clear as much of the.