He had sipped it and tossed it out, said it tasted funny. Marcy's was better, he had told her, smirking.She didn't say anything to him about the scam.... Now, she didn't care.Alex waited for Damon's call for three days. She wasn't used to being idle, so she made use of her time. She borrowed one of her nicer neighbor's sewing machines and made some alterations in the few clothes she had. If she had learned anything from the past couple of weeks, it was how to look sexy and how to make clothes look. He sells horses," the clerk told me. I thanked him and went to find some breakfast before looking for a horse.The only breakfast available this early was some porridge and a bit of bread with butter. It was at least hot, but I would have preferred something different. It turned out to be only an eight or nine minute walk to the Island Gate exit from the city proper. It seemed that Limerick had grown substantially beyond the walls that enclosed the major part of the city. The stable was easy. I was led through into another bedroom, where all his implements of pain and pleasure were and in the middle of the room he had a wooden stockade, to which I was immediately led to, and bound tightly, with a series of velcro straps and handcuffs.My legs were pulled open very widely apart and strapped to the posts and I was bent over a waist high bar and handcuffed downwards onto the floor, completely imobilizing me, and from this stretched and slightly uncomfortable position, my clothes were. .. you can't do that with me here." Why not? It's not like you're cheating on your poor hungover boyfriend. And besides, you haven't finished your dance. If you're going to show off the goods, you can't be surprised when people take notice."Ian kept up his slow, rhythmic strokes as he spoke. His cock had hardened completely now, and it rose from his groin like a tower. A single pearlescent drop of precum had formed at the tip, and it seemed to exert a hypnotic effect on Jess. "I'm not going to.