She knew, from past experience that it would quickly become less pleasant, especially without the distraction of her egg buzzing away at full power. ...Having no idea how long this cycle would last or what the next would bring, she concentrated on another kind of stimulation. She created a scenario in which she’d left the front door unlocked and someone, perhaps more than one someone, had were even know exploring the house while she lay chained to the bed, vulnerable and helpless to stop them. It took a few tries, but eventually Michele and I had fallen into the opposite rhythm that seemed to work so well before. The sensation was wondrous. Amy felt tighter than ever and I could feel Michele's strap-on sliding against me through the thin membrane that separated us.Michele and I continued our combined efforts as Amy began to squirm and moan. Her eyes closed in pleasure and she dipped her lips back to mine. Her left hand entwined in my hair, pulling my head to the side. She began. They got closer to the arguing voices; Danny could now make out the words."I don't care miss, you will not see a penny of the ransom until I see my daughter!" a man's voice said. His voice was loud, but controlled and cultured.Very different from Sao's demanding voice. "Give me the money now, then you get the girl. Not before," she shrieked. What followed was an confusing yelling between the two. Each wanting to overpower the objections of the other. This went on for a few minutes until a. Anyway, how could I ask my parents that? She wasnt there when I got home, and though I was busy with college work all week, I still noticed Dad was drinking a lot, being very quiet, and very irritable. She didnt arrive back until the end of the following week. I came home before Dad got in from work, and found her happily making dinner, with nothing seemingly different about her except she looked a bit dreamy-eyed and giggled a lot! When I went upstairs, I looked in their bedroom, and there on.