“Yes, I am,” I said. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” Karissa said, as she shook my right hand. “Same,” I answered. “Sorry if I seem dis...racted,” Karissa apologized. “My room is a mess, and I'm trying to make it look nice again. I was just putting some clothes away before you stopped by.” I immediately turned towards the bed, where a large amount of clothes were. However, there was something on the bed that immediately captured my attention. It was Karissa's high school cheerleading. But Eddied carried on gently stroking my slit. We both knew exactly how that was making me feel. I couldn't help myself, I began to respond and I felt the wetness again between my legs.Eddie shifted one hand up to my breasts, rubbing me through my bra, then deftly, he slipped his hand in and popped my boobs out, then he began to tease my nipples.“Eddie. Please untie me” I begged again as I began to breathe hard.“Hmm, I kind of like you how you are, you naughty shameless hussy.”“No, Eddie,. Let's hope they're blind, eh?" Or he might say when a prostitute had left his office after one of his mysterious interviews: "Wooahh! If they all had her talents, we'd be pricing ourselves right out of the market!"These comments were bad enough, but even worse was his irrepressible tendency to touch her on the flimsiest of excuses. Her bottom might be pinched if he found her bending over to pick something up. His hand would brush uncomfortably against her breasts. He might place a hand firmly. “Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in control. How very predictable”Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty little cheeks in the process.“Now, let me enlighten you , you arrogant little bitch. I am in control, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your little video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg?Megan managed to.