Now Lila was wearing a very low cut dress and her large-ish breasts came into view, “very nice” I muttered under my breath as she moved my hands a...ay from my fly and took hold of my pants and zip. The effect of the alcohol was obviously having an effect on her as she fumbled with my zip and she seemed to brush her hand on my pants on more than one occasion, this and the sight of her tremendous tits started to give me a hard on. The more she fumbled the more she brushed her hands on my dick the. “Sit down!” I do as I am told. He takes the orange scarf and blindfolds me. He then grabs my arms and ties my hands behind my back. “Stay there! Do not move! I‘ll be back in a minute”“What, wh….where are you going!? You can’t just leave me here in the middle of nowhere naked and blindfolded!” I stammer, my heart beginning to race rapidly in my chest. “John? John!” he does not answer me. He is gone. He is gone for what seems like an hour, when I hear a noise behind me. “John, is that you?”. Tony: I'm going to dig, aroslav. You've mentioned "heavy-duty shit" and in several of your blog posts you've talked about dealing with depression or how the Model Student series got you through a dark time in your life. What happened?aroslav: It was his fault with the damned depressing shit he writes.Tony: And how was that connected to writing erotic romance?aroslav: He writes and publishes mysteries and thrillers. They aren't particularly sexy, though they occasionally have a nice love scene. Before the war, before the movement west. Daddy was a banker before he joined the Union to fight the barbarians of the Confederacy. Daddy was a man of principles who hated the South and all they stood for. He came home from the war a different man. He was quieter than before and it took several months before he took interest in working again. Even then, his heart wasn't in it. Then one day he came home and announced we were selling all we owned, buying a wagon and some horses, and joining the.