So she pulls up and yells out the window “what are you doing down here?” I replied just catching up with Bob. She then says some jibberish that I ...an’t make up. She pulls into the drive way and gets out the car and as expected that fucking sleeveless shirt with a shot of side tits that I couldn’t help but stare at. She caught me and said remember what happened last time when you want to look at things she said while looking at a hard on I didn’t even know I had. Out of nowhere I pulled my shit. “All the way.” She demanded, and I complied, peeling my tights from my legs, willing my hands from covering my smoothly shaved pussy as she removed several lengths of rope from her dresser. She tied my hands behind my back, taking her time, making sure that the rope was tight enough, yet not too tight. I was laying on her bed, the one she shared with Mike, almost hyperventilating as she bound me. Rope above and below my elbows, restricting the use of my arms completely. And then around my. Because i didn't gave him much.I was so happy. Then he asked me to open the fast as it was "Magrib" prayer time. We were both thirsty and hungry and fasted through out the day in the extreme hot weather. We both had nothing else to drink or eat in order to open our fast. But the man handover the water bottle to me and said "sister you are my guest and its in our tradition that we must take care of our guest and provide them with food & shelter". He took the dates out from his pocket and handed. I should have figured that if I sat up near the front of the stage with my wife one of us would be called up as a ‘volunteer.’ When the spotlight fell on my table I cringed, but then let out a sigh of relief when the ‘hypnotist’ chose my wife as one of the people he’d try to hypnotize, try being the key word. I’m not sure if it was planned that way but for the last act of his show, the hypnotist managed to get all women volunteers. He then went into his routine as he hammed it up with the.