Finally, however, Brenda had two of her friends over on a Friday night after work. They were both females, both in the same approximate age-range as m...y Mistress. I figured them for co-workers at Wherever Brenda Went on Weekdays, and their conversation around me soon confirmed that I was correct in this surmise. They were all three laughing and joking about some male idiot at work -- evidently a man who thought he was God's Gift, but whom all three of these young women were finding substantially. I couldn't swear fer what was under that hammer, but the rest a' them cylinders had bullets in 'em. The gun was kinda redish with rust, but it warn't near so far gone that there were any chance that the firin' pin was eat away. When she had said 'bout all it seemed she had t' say, her face got real hard an' she held her breath an' I could see the gun begin t' tremble ever so little from the tension in her arm. All I could think was, *Oh shit! Oh shit!... Here it comes. Here it comes.*Course, it. As he milled along with the rest of the passengers trying to get off the plane and to loved ones or rental cars on this island of paradise, he began to feel nervous anticipation and his cock was stirring inside his pants. Once they made their way down the terminal and into the area waiting area he saw her. His beautiful wife standing there just as he had requested of her a few weeks before. Her long chestnut brown hair flowing around her shoulders, done up in the soft curls that excited him so. Andrea closed the bar and locked a padlock into the hasp. Immobility was the purpose of the stocks, and they performed their goal well with a naked girl inside them. Janet's leash was then removed, and her wrists were drawn into their wooden prison. When the padlock was closed, Janet found that she was truly a prisoner again. "Have to get something. Be right back, don't run away," happily said Andrea. With her wrists and ankles restrained in the stocks and her behind up in the air,.