Michael lies down on the bed sandra uses belts on his ankles and wrists to secure him to the bed 'those were already on the bed posts ' michael thinks... but at the moment his cock is doing the thinking for him its hard and throbbing with excitementbut then the door opens and in walks a man 'what the fuck who is he ?' michael says ' you said we would be on our own in here ''yes well sorry but i lied' sandra smiles 'this is my husband clive he just left me in the bar for a few minutes when you. ’ ‘Yes, sir.’ The door opened and Garson performed his usual duty. He leaned down, cleaned Chambliss’ cock of any leftover cum and zipped the mayor’s pants. ‘Thank you, Garson. Is everyone here?’ ‘Yes, sir. Martin and Morgan just went up. They phoned me to say that they’re ready for you.’ ‘Fantastic.’ Chambliss got out and glanced over his shoulder at the still-unconscious girl. ‘You may have my leftovers.’ ‘Thank you, sir.’ Chambliss reached into his jacket pocket, extracted a cigarette and. You three saved me.” Purdy lay propped on a pillow wedged against the elevated head of his hospital bed. He seemed shrunken, withered, lost among the bandages and glaring-white sling that supported his left arm.“Not entirely, Purdy. Patch did a lot to keep you from bleeding out. You know he was hurt pretty badly himself. His face, his hands...”“Yeh, durned ol’ fool. He coulda bled out, too. How’s he doin’?”“Fine, just fine. We got him some help from a ranch family up-river. Their kids come down. I stayed in my room, and Anna and her friend stayed in hers. As evening fell, Tess went home and not much later my parents arrived. They brought Chinese takeaway with them, which was served in front of the TV. I was the last to join them for dinner, and because I was late, the only seat left was the easy chair next to the TV. Not only did that mean I would be watching TV at an oblique angle, I also had to sit opposite my sister, who was sitting Indian style at the far end of the couch. I was.