She walks up to the opposite wall that is made entirely out of smoke-colored glass. She can see the club through it. She looks at people dancing below...her. She feels as if she’s peeking on them when they don’t suspect it. That thought brings a grin to her lips. ‘What do you think?’ She turns her back at the window, and looks at him. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t like it,’ she says. ‘Why not?’ ‘It’s so cold and sterile. You can’t relax in here. No natural material, no warmth, no comfort! Just glass. I sure was my dick was getting rock hard, I hated the sting but something was turning me on. He spanked me more frequently and harder as I could feel the burn of my ass cheeks become very intense. Bob then slid his hands down between us and then wrapped them around the back of my neck. He said, relax and let me have control now. With that I just gave up all resistance and submitted to the intevidable throat fucking. He pushed my head down hard holding me there as I gagged hard, Flem, spit came. However four events conspired to pull Seth out of his doldrums.One Friday afternoon, Seth walked into his dorm room and discovered Betty on his bed. She didn't get up when he walked in because she could not. Her arms were wrapped in rope, bound together from elbow to wrist, and her calves were similarly bound. She was wearing a blindfold and a ball gag, and there was a note safety-pinned through her left nipple ring."Sarah!" Seth sighed in exasperation. He unclipped the safety pin from her. The fateful day two months ago started likeany Monday, I went to school, I went to the local sports club afterschool to play tennis with my friend Paul, before arranging a round ofgolf with him on the following Saturday morning. I loved playingsport, any sport really, but tennis, soccer and golf were myfavourites. It was on the way home from the sports club that the chainof events that led to this mess began, and it was a real "slidingdoors" moment. Usually I would get picked up by my mom on.