Oh good.” Gordon squealed with concern, the sound muffled by his gag. “Yes. As we thought. Why don’t you come down and join us?”Gordon, whose ...concern had now given way to fear, tried feverishly to free himself but without success.He stopped his struggles with the arrival of Cerys. As she stepped into the room, his gagged grunting stopped as well and he turned his head towards her as far as his collar and neck chain would allow. Cerys looked as though she had just come from her office, wearing a. I pulled her back into my arms and started to kiss her on her lips deeply. For a moment she was kissing me back. But not for long. She realized she was a married woman. She pushed me away. The following days were hard.There was not much talk between us. She barely even looked up in my eyes. It was hard for me too. I apologized to her in the following nights. Even fell on her feet. She picked me up. Telling that she was sorry too if she gave me that kind of impression. She had been sexually. “It’s all right,” he said again as she stared, unbelieving, into his blue eyes.The world turned again as he went on, speaking as if nothing unusual had happened at all.“Right now, you just need to concentrate on getting warm again, and staying warm. Let me see your fingers.”She didn’t understand. She pushed her hands out, beside her face and he reached to touch each finger, squeezing them individually.“I don’t think you got frostbite,” he said, casually. “How are your toes?”She wiggled them. ..you may have been brought here by mistake." Then does that mean I can go back?" You will have to see Thomas about that. I doubt he'll let you go, though." The lady changed the subject. "What job would you like? Feel free to exchange jobs any time if you are unhappy." Chris didn't want to be anyone's bimbo sex maid. He didn't want to be a lowly and submissive slave with no dignity. Nor did he want to end up like that gorgeous Asian woman that fed him food in the cells a while ago. So he.