You thought he went home. Well actually, he didn’t. He was inside with me. I had to go to the bathroom and when I walked in there Eric was standi...g there stroking himself and calling out my name at the same time. He about fell over when he realized I was standing in there with him. He never heard me open or even close the door so I pretty much startled him. When he turned around, I got a good look at his cock, I started to get excited.”“Mom, how can you get excited about something like. There is , after all, far more of a challenge in assuming and maintain a bound position – without the binding.So without even thinking my hands felt their way along to grip the familiar posts, ankles moving outward at the same time. After what felt like forever I felt the bed move, and again, and again until I could feel knees pushing against my ribs, then big hands gripping my forearms as his weight shifted forward. A long moment of anticipation and then something dripped onto my top lip, and. Then as his words made sense, I wanted to tell this&hellip,this man to go to Hell. All that came out was a muffled mumble, but he succeeded at renewing my energy and I began struggling to get out of my binds. For my effort, the room breaks out in laughter, and as my brain sorted through all the various sounds, I realize there are several people in the room. Many more than just the three who brought me to this place, and now I am petrified at what is going to happen. What do these people plan to. Melissa departed and we agreed to meet at 5pm and go out.My mood picked-up as I dressed later that afternoon. I admired my petite…okay, skinny frame clad in my new red outfit: corset, stockings and panties. The corset stopped at waist level and the garters were longer than my other garter belts. I liked the feel of the stretchy elastic straps. I slipped into a white dress. It was long enough to cover my stocking tops, but not by much. I felt very sexy.Melissa walked in (without knocking).