I then got my phone and took a picture to send to my mum. Along with the picture I wrote, 'Thanks, you are the best step-mum in the world. I think I c...uld taste you! x.' I got an instant reply, 'Oh, my god! Are you serious? You are such a naughty boy!''Yes, but I guess there is only one way to find out if it is you I can taste .''You are such a horn ball, you need to calm down by the time I get home.''OK, I will. Where do you want these panties?''Keep them. I'll get them later.' I loved the. A client from overseas is coming in, he’s got a lot of money so my cut should be pretty big tonight. I decided on putting my hair in a ponytail as he loves pulling on it while he slams into me. He’s a bit rough but he pays well. Now for my dress-code. I think I’m going to wear this tonight, I’ve decided on a white shear pair of ruffled booty shorts with a red thong underneath, a ruby red corset with meshed white satins polka-dots that shows off my pert nipples, my belly button and different. "This is Mary" Linda said in English, reading from the book and pointing at a line drawing of a girl dressed in a tartan skirt and polo-neck jumper. "She lives in London. She is a student."Gabrielle said nothing, but nodded her head."Mary speaks English, " continued Linda, not sure whether she was understood. "She comes from England."Gabrielle nodded again, with an earnest face and no apparent evidence of having understood. Linda sighed, but she persisted. She continued to read out phrases from. There was nothing seductive about my attire.Beyond my clothes I could see what was restricting me.Around both my wrists and ankles were black bands fixated with Velcro.No fluffy handcuffs or similar. This wasn't anything to do with kinkysex play. It was something altogether different, and I was beginning tohave an inkling what.The binds looked disturbingly familiar. As did the room.All at once I realized what this was and where I was. But it gave me noreal answers.I was tied to a restraint.