Chom said, “I forgot. She hates him.”“Hey!” Sean’s mother said. “I don’t hate him.”“You could have fooled me,” Pip said. He opened... the jar of pickles and smelled the contents.“He’s my baby boy. I love him,” Sean’s mother said.“She does care for him,” Pip said drinking the juice in the pickle jar. He belched.“That makes him a good hostage,” Clea said.“Grab him,” Chom shouted.“Grab who?” Sean asked looking around wildly.Ten minutes later, Chom was standing in the backyard with his arms crossed.. We chatted amongst ourselves for quite some time. Then Ruth put her hand on my knee and said “I am going” We both got up said goodnight the others. We picked up our clothes and went via my car where I collected a couple of blankets and pillows and then followed Ruth to where she had earlier that day laid out her blankets etc. We seemed to be miles away from the lodge having walked for at least 5 minutes. We both agreed that we should go off and have a pee certainly I could do with one. I got. And my body finally relaxed. I lay there for a minute listening to my heart race and allowing myself to gain composure, with my finger resting on top of my right thigh. I looked down at my body, past the rising and falling mounds of my breasts, which were nicely topped with hardened nipples that were reaching for the sky. I brushed lightly past one of them with my left hand and it felt like an electric shock ran from it to the depths of my pussy. As my breathing subsided, I gave myself over to. There were some strong hints that this wasn't a normal hospital room though:There was a large mirror running the length of one wall, EXACTLY like you see in ALL the cop shows.The door out of the room had no handle, only some sort of security sensor and keypad on the frame beside it.There were no: windows, TV, pictures, flowers, or anything else to cheer up a recovering patient.There was a camera mounted on the ceiling aimed down at me.I was SO strapped to the bed, it was ridiculous. I could.