After a long while in total silence, I knew I couldn't take it much longer. I didn't care what the penalty might be, I tried to free myself. I had tri...d holding my breath, to see if I could hear other breathing in the room. So I tried to work my wrists free. It almost seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit. My wrists and my entire body, began to sweat wit the exertion of this attempt. I was able to use my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings. I was standing on. I clutched my eyes tightly as I rolled back and forth on his bed crushing the letter in my hand until I heard a voice startle me out of my tantrum. In a smooth, calm, and caring tone, I heard Carter ask, ‘Karen what is wrong? Are you hurt?’ He reached out to cradle me in his arms and my body immediately became stiff as a log. I didn’t want his comfort. I couldn’t handle it if this letter really was from Lisa of last night and not Lisa of yesteryear. Noticing my tensed state, he asked again,. The ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude!’“ chef fancy a walk round to the shops for lunch “ she whispered in my ear as her free hand grabbed my hard cock through my chef whites. I was busy chopping lettuce as I nearly chopped my hand off... I just smiled back at her as she slowly started pulling at my love pump. As she placed the two glasses she had bought up from the restaurant onto the side. She slowly turned to pick up a knife that had fallen off the side. Letting go off my throbbing. I had crafted it after reading many posts about Amsterdam’s red light district. She said yes with a cute Dutch accent and turned to climb the ladder steep, narrow stairs. I took in the great view of her spinner’s body and particularly nice ass—Amsterdam stairways do do a great job of putting your eyes at a great level! I think she knew I was watching because as she climbed the steps, her hips swayed seductively.The stairs curved to the right just as you entered the room. On the left was a.