. Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to ...just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out paper,. ” He said the words so seductively it almost felt natural. He leaned in and started to unbutton my blouse, slowly revealing one breast, and then the other. He looked pleased with what he saw. “Brandi, dear, why are you not putting up a fight? I always imagined you would be the feisty type. You disappoint me, dear. Might I add, you have lovely breasts. I’ve never seen such pale beauty all condensed into two perfectly round orbs.” I felt myself growing a deeper shade of red by the minute, but. As I looked closer, sewn into the center of each cup -- positioned directly over my nipples -- were bristle brushes, each about the size of a silver dollar."Oh, you like it?" Janice said, sweetly. "I was so lucky to find a seamstress who could make it on such short notice. Now come on," she held the bra out by the straps, open, thumb tacks pointing towards me, "slip this on. Let's strap on your encouragement."I took a step towards her, but hesitated. "Please, no..." Remember your oath, now come. Alone. Different room than yesterday's. What the heck is going on around here?He tossed the sheet off and stood, naked. He caught sight of himself in the mirror mounted to the wall. Held his wrist up.New wristbands? When did that happen? How long have I been out? I need to find Barbara and Duke and see if they're okay.He looked around the room. No luggage. Tried the dresser. Inside was a white pair of swim trunks, white silk shirt and loose linen pants. And flip-flops. Aside from a towel in the.