” He smiled that easy, confident smile, then touched my wrist just very lightly and turned back to his end of the bar. Our eyes met once again at a ...istance.The music was recorded and was Sinatra singing. “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning” very softly in the background. You could almost imagine him singing it right there in this beautiful, rich bar. He always described himself as a Saloon Singer, and indeed this opulent setting would have been perfect.I had started my second drink when I. Carol was still coming down from her latest orgasm. I held Carol tightly. After a while, we all fell into a sex induced stupor. I drifted off, occasionally semi-consciously stroking Carol. Carol seemed to adrift in a dream of sex. John slept with his hand on Carol's thigh.In the morning we were all groggy. I got and went to the kitchen to put on coffee. While the coffee dribbled into the pot, I stood there so proud of what we had done. I filled three mugs and put them on a tray with. I just knew that we were caught so I touched my clit and an orgasm exploded out of me as well. When I opened my eyes, Tom and Harry were stood in front of us grinning.“Well done girls,” Tom said, “I never expected you last half an hour never mind 3 hours.”“Three hours, fucking hell, it seems like 5 minutes.” I said.“I see that you both enjoyed your freedom, now the fun starts.”With that they got some ropes out of their backpacks and tied our wrists together. Then they led us up onto the path. So, can we get this done?”She didn’t know what to think and was still confused as I finished pulling her sports bra over her small chest.“Go get stretched out, and I will meet you at the track,” I told Bethany.It didn’t take me long, but I thought she wasn’t going to show up. Instead, she went to medical, got more of the finger knives, headed over to two women she also knew were cutters, did to them much like I did to her, got the glop on them, and told them to get their asses to the.