I think that was only fair. His granddaughter Lily-Bell is one of my best friends and is also up for that prized position as soloist singing “My Chr...stmas Rose”. Sitting in his office and at the piano I sang through the song twice and Mr Orland really seem to be pleased by my audition. His smile was so kind and pleasing. After he stopped playing he looked me in the eyes and kindly asked, “This is really important to you, isn’t it, Carla?”“Yes, Mr Orland, for three years you have given it so. “Yes I am.”“Huh?” The grunted response was in normal volume.“Yes, I was stammering.” Then in a Low voice, almost a whisper, “Carol, I could hear you.”There was a short period of dead silence before she answered.“Oh God, John, I didn’t mean anything, please, I wasn’t trying to offend, I just thought it was kind of sweet.” It was her turn to search for words, “It’s just that it’s been a long time since anyone was nervous about asking me out. Don’t be mad, I didn’t mean anything.”“OK,” he felt as. Pinching and twisting, he eagerly tortured me until he was sure that my nipples were hard and swollen. Then he abruptly stopped doing this. And I also stopped moaning…He jerked me to my feet, pushing me forward until I hit a waist high barrier. He pressed on my shoulders, until I was belly down over that metal barrel. Unlocking the cuffs, he pulled my wrists over my head. I felt he locked them to a wooden frame under the barrel. Up on my tiptoes now, my body stretched to reach the ground. Tying. I grabbed it from his hands and held it in front of me. "It's my new bikini." I shoved it into a drawer."You mean you're going to wear something with your ass hanging out like that?" Jake was still smiling."Maybe. Well, yes. I had planned to wear it on the beach. I have a cute little sarong that ties around my waist. If you have a problem--" --no, not at all. I think I might like this look on you."I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He caressed my ass through the fabric of my khaki.