Now we best get onboard, so Capitan Harding can start the liftoff, and get you to your daughter. I assume something important has happened to her."Joh...n looked at her in surprise and just had to ask, "How did you know about Jenny? Yes, something has happened to her." Sir, you filed the flight plan to the Oregon so logically that means something is wrong with your daughter. If it had been the Washington, I would have assumed it was your wife. I do not see you running off at the drop of a dime on. "You gotta relax." "Trying to." He sighs. "Try again?" I push again. It's easier this time. I'm observing the top half of the tip disappearing. And the bottom half. It feels weird, the pressure from the sides. I hope the rest isn't this tight, because, to be honest, it hurts a little. That's not supposed to happen, right? Milan is breathing heavily and I'm pausing like I promised I would."Go.. on…" "There it goes." I push in even more. Soon I'm halfway in. I pause again and listen to his. She said she saw something else that would look good. I waited a few minutes then realized she had taken my clothes with her too. I peeked out of the dressing room and saw her sitting in a chair across the store smiling at me. She said she had paid for everything and it was time to go. I looked at her and she held up my t-shirt and shorts and told me to come on. I glanced around the store looking for people. I couldn’t see any store employees and I only saw two other girls there shopping. I. Patrick has always collected the finest rope, but this one looks and feels more sensual than any before. He takes his time, appearing almost meditative as he begins a series of intricate knots and ties around my chest. My elbows remain raised and my fingers interlaced behind my head - only now they are bound that way. The rope binds my breast above and below, crossing between them until the flesh bulges forward. The building pressure within the confined flesh sends current after current of heat.