She was tall, 5’ 10’’ dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes, full lips. Her lightly tanned skin was accented with tan lines, highlighting her firm ...perfectly shaped B-cups. A flat tight stomach with a small mole just above her bellybutton. Long toned legs and a nice round ass, tight and firm from cross-country running. Me, 6’ 1’’ 215-pound, blonde blue-eyed rugby player. The trip was ending Sandra and I had been flirting all week, we met in the ballroom of the hotel for the trip’s last event, the. We talked. We talked for hours. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadn't took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before--those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didn't care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck. Definitely.Caroline parked the Navigator and they walked in. She swatted his hand for trying to pull his skirt down in the back - you're fine, stop it - and put an arm around his waist. The thing about dresses, he thought idly, is that they really are made of fabrics you'd never put on, if you're a guy. They're all slippery, all smooth, all... sexy. And that felt gross. He kept his mind away from thinking about sex stuff this way.Then they were inside. His wife let go of his hand; she went in. The Beam was a simple device -- a six foot length of four-by-four suspended by a chain from a winch in the rafters. Ruiz was roped to it at the wrists, elbows and shoulders. It was that simple. And that cruel."Ankles," Peter barked. Lauren ran to the tool cabinet and took out a heavy, solid iron bar with a manacle at each end. She clamped them around Ruiz's ankles. Her feet were five feet apart now, an extreme stretch for a woman her size.Peter went to the pegboard on the wall and pressed a.