‘Okay, Gramps,’ Katie answered, wheeling her toy pushchair around where I sat on a long circular bench in a broad walkway. ‘Hello, Dan, mind if ...I sit?’ A silver-haired woman hovered next to me, holding a couple of shopping bags. Although she had changed much, the voice was unmistakable, as were those blue eyes. ‘Of course,’ I replied, ‘it’s a free country, Mrs Evans.’ ‘I’m Connie, Dan, please?’ ‘Sure, Connie, please forgive an irascible old man.’ ‘A gentleman, Dan, not that old,’ she smiled. Buggering a plump girl like Lisa was a different kind of exercise, because you could see how large and thick her buttocks really were. Every thrust in and out of such an impressive booty drove home the voluptuousness of my intended, of course. By now, Lisa had proven more than worthy of being in my inner circle. I had many lovers, of course, especially as the quotas filled up even faster than expected thanks to us catching as many visitors as we could. Even so, she was definitely in the cream. Her cuffs were then hooked to the chair.Sarah was with her.The door to one of the rooms opened and a large uniformed female officercame to Mrs. Thompson and escorted her into the dimmly lit room. Therewas a leather padded table with a small leather post on the floor at oneend. Mrs. Thompson saw th restraints and became very nervous."Please stand up next to the table please, and place your feet on eachside of the post, " the guard said securing her feet to straps on thepost. What looked like a. . Some candles and the fresh flowers she had brought with the supplies will bring this place alive...The kitchen is no more than a stove and sink under the window ... she smiles at the fall of the green check material the hangs from the bench that acts at doors ... it all so quant ... she remembers what the man had told her ... the generator is old and will need refueling in 10 hours ... she marks the time...The small kitchen table with 2 chairs, sits in the middle diving the lounge from where.