"Get up sit here," she said pointing to the chair."What?s this all about?" I asked."Look just shut the fuck up and do as I ask you will see soon enoug...."I walked over still in my heels and dress and sat down.Quickly Trish pulled my two wrists through the back pf the slats inthe chair and before I knew what was going on she had secured metalhandcuffs to my wrists which dug in to my skin as she tightened them."Is this some game?" I asked."Look I tod you to shut the fuck up." As my mouth opened to. “I’ve got study hall next,” he told her. “Easy to get out of.”She smiled at the big youngster, thanked him and signed the form he handed her. By the end of the week she was calling him Tommy and he was, as her insistence, calling her Ellen when they were alone. Tommy had managed to rub up against her a few times and get a good look down the front of her shirt now and then. He knew she smelled good and wore lacy underthings including a bra, and he knew he was going to fuck her pretty soon and. " Yes, yes. What does the British Government want now?" Master, it is not from the Government. It is a personal request from Her Majesty conveyed via her Ambassador. That was made very clear to me." Oh," said the Emir, "I never had one of those before. Well, what does she say? Not a state visit, I hope, she must be ninety if she's a day." Eighty-four, I believe, Master. Not a state visit, Master. She asks that you receive the Earl of Bargoed for a private audience, and she commends him to you. Syreeta seemed to be running interference for her new friend, trying to distract Brad with conversation about Real Estate and things that would keep his focus off their respective partners. Syreeta pulled Brad to the backyard with the pretense of looking at property lines and when they returned to the living room, Dixon and Lisa were nowhere to be found. When Brad inquired where they went, Syreeta implied that it was nothing he should be worried about, that they were probably just getting.