Lucy and I loaded two backpacks into the space behind the seat of the Ford truck. We could have put the backpacks in the bed of the truck, since there... would be room. We didn’t because it was supposed to rain that day.It took us about an hour to get to the GPS coordinates Lucy had written down. Sure enough there was a sawmill a few feet past them. The scooter was a couple of yards past it. Lucy and I were able to load the scooter using the ramp and wench. It also took some muscle. It always did. Slowly Brandy made her way into the parlor. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light and the room was lit only by a single television set that sounded like it was playing static. As her eyes adjusted, she saw two headless corpses, a man and a woman, sitting on the sofa, their clothes drenched in glistening blood. Something moved on the old consol television set and she turned to look. On the screen were two severed head, a man?s and a woman?s, floating. The. I smiled and thought, wish I could. I continued to feel her body and reached her neck and started tickling her and slowly moved down to her back, where I could feel the strip of her bra. I came back up and suddenly evaded her chest. She wanted to stop me but was enjoying my touch and did not ask me to stop. I continued going down and touched her small tits over her bra. I could make out the exact size as one of her boobs fit exactly in one hand.Now she started to take my hand off her top, but I. The camera moved behind her, and Darla couldsee that her pussy was shaved, and her two bald, wet, pink openings were distendedby huge plugs. "Golly John", exclaimed Darla. "That really looks hard on the girl." Johnsmiled, and looked his future bride in the eye. "It is hard on her….andit will be very hard on you," he grinned mischievously. "There will, however,be a reward." "Huh? What do you mean? What kind of reward?" she questioned. "Every hour you stay in bondage is worth ¼ carat on the.