And that you were excited by it. Don't worry that you ... liked seeing him do it to me; It doesn't make you bad. Lots and lots of people enjoy that. Y...ur father always wanted to see me ... I don't suppose I should be telling this about someone else, but I'm going to. We are alone here in this big old car, the windows clouded up. A good place to talk secrets. Anyway, your daddy always wanted to see me, you know ... with another man. I never understood it. And I didn't let him see me ... with. I pulled a hand out from under the cape and simply put it on her hip to see if she would move away. Ashley looked me in the eyes and smiled. I moved my hand between her legs and started gently rubbing her through her pants. Ashley turned the chair so her back was to the room giving me a clear view if anyone came our way. She never stopped her chit chat as she kept cutting my hair. She did spread her legs to give me better access. I obliged her. I started a gentle massage of my own. She started. Samantha got some stockings out of a draw. She made him hold his hands together and tied them quickly. Then she pulled the bed clothes off and gave him a push so he fell flat on his back over the bed. She pulled his arms high and tied the stocking around one of the boards making the bed head. A stocking went around each ankle these were quickly stretched wide and tied at the corners of the double bed. She tied a piece of clothes line from the kitchen went over his stomach and around the whole. There were many possible reasons: she could have fallen asleep, let her phone die… I tried not to think about it and just go to bed, but I didn’t sleep well. When I woke after a fitful night, I checked my phone first thing and saw a text, but it was from Don telling me what to do at work and that he’d be in later. I texted Alicia again, hoping I wasn’t overdoing it, but I was really surprised I had not heard from her yet. My text said, ‘I will call at lunch. Miss you.’ I hoped for one of those.