Come here.”He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up.Heather crawled towards him, whim...ering.“Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down.He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit.She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed,. NINEBack in the room later, after a warm and friendly dinner sharing a table full of Dr. Fitzgerald’s admirers, I was both exhausted and full of energy. I sat at the desk while Dr. Fitzgerald reclined on the bed, completely dressed aside from her shoes which were set neatly on the floor beside the bed. She was reading a book she had just bought from a colleague.“What was that painting you were talking about last night?” I said, scrolling through messages on my phone.“Painting?” She thought a. At one point as he moved me about I had moved to the top step and as John climbed up that camera continued with its never ending clicks capturing my almost naked body and posed facial expressions from every conceivable angle. My mind was a blur as I responded to all of his commands and never realized those incessant clicks got closer and louder than ever. Then without warning John bolted the last few steps set his camera on a nearby decorative table and grasped my arm dragging me with him down. We stepped back into a hug as the kiss lingered. I had a position that I could look into her dress and enjoy the light brown orbs that I longed to see touch and caress. To further surprise me her hand cupped the crotch of my bulging pants. Our lips parted and she smiled, Nice, in the spirit of the season, do you mind if I unwrap it? I just smiled back and she dropped to her knees, those tits jiggling as she hit the floor. Now I had a hell of a view as she found the tab and jerked my zipper.