“Wow, Aunt Tracy, you are a real perv, you know that? I’ve been looking through your laptop, and you have more than a few interesting fetishes! I ...had no idea! I don’t really understand them, but damn! A sex slave maid with tits down to your waist and a fat belly? That gets off on milk-filled tits and being made to do things?”“Lisa? What? Where am I?”“Oh, a little place I rented with some money from Grandmother. I had planned to mess with you, sort of hold you and keep you drugged as I drained. Liz was a few years older than me but had been my best friend since she was a senior in HS and I was in 7th grade. Well I always looked up to her at least, even if she didn’t see me as her best friend. She helped me out of a tough situation and I think she liked my wit. She kept in contact with me as she went to college and always made sure to make time for me in the summer. She met Brian when I was 16 and they have been married for 3 years. He is a great guy who treats me like an equal, he is. She used John Carter’s name in an effort to speed things along. Finally, she said, “Tell him it’s a broken arrow type of situation.”Those magic words opened doors. She put the call on speakerphone. Within seconds, Mike was on the telephone shouting, “Did you say broken arrow?”“I said it was a broken arrow type of situation, sir.”“What do you mean?”“I mean that as a result of John Carter’s research over the past three weeks we have a huge case that is time critical. A white slavery ring is about. "My belt, I need my belt," he said through gritted teeth as he continued to struggle with the panties. "We've got to stop the leak. I was hoping to tie your panties around the pipe to shut off the gas, but I can't get it tight enough. My belt should do the trick. I need you to take my belt off and hand it up to me before this leak gets any worse."June pressed up close behind Maykop and reached her hands around to his front. She ran her fingers along his shirt, under his suit coat, down along.