At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who ...came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be able to stay calm in his presence knowing this?" I think so, Mistress. If you wish me too." I do, and I. She made eye contact with him and motioned for him to come down onto the floor with them! “Come down! I have one more hole that needs filling! Shut me up by putting your cock in my mouth! Please!”“Oh shit baby! It will be my honor to fuck your mouth! And while my cock is long, it’s not so thick that you can’t deep throat me!” With that the Limo Driver jumped down from the gallery where he had been watching and listening to all the events below. “And my name is Deke!”“Oooph oooph!” she grunted. Jack loosened his grin, pulling Betty toward one of the cabinets. She tried getting up, her feet tangling around one another. Coach Robinson did nothing to help her. When they reached the first cabinet, he let her go. The woman drew her injured hand close to her body, staring up tearfully at him."This is gonna be good, uhh... what's your name again?" Betty," the attractive blond said, pushing the hair from her eyes."Betty," Jack said, cocking his head to one side. "Nice, wholesome-sounding. She was strangely quiet, subdued almost, and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed."Please, not this..."It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished."What did you say?" I asked, concerned.She cleared her throat."Nothing. Just a bad memory."I secured the two wrists together behind her. There was rope left over, and I figured 'What the hell. Let's go for broke.' I wound the rope up and around her forearms to her elbows, pulling each wind a.