I thought what the hell and said sure.didn't really know anything about him. Was it going to be safe going to a strangers home? But by this time I was...so aroused I decided tIt was dark as it was later in the evening. I found his house ok. I nervously walked up to the front door and knocked. A good looking guy just a bit older than myself answered. He invited me in and handed me a glass of wine. “Here, this might help your nerves” he said. I was grateful for that as I was quite nervous. I had. . No, scratch that, he'd been driven. Someone else was doing the driving. He'd been driven to Reno. He remembered a lot of bright flashing neon, presumably one of the casinos. Then there was a bar. Alcohol. Food and alcohol. That sounded more like it; he didn't usually drink except over a meal. Why was he hung over then? What had he done after the meal? Was there even any 'after the meal'? He couldn't remember anything later. Had something happened during the meal? Someone had been shouting.. "What does it taste like?" he asked.I recoiled, not sure what he was asking. He prodded me about Brianne and asked if I had ever taken her pants off. I shook my head."You know, I can show you a way to unbutton her pants and take them off without her even really knowing."I expressed my interest in learning this trick. He said he would show me by doing it on me. As he was older than me, he was also much bigger than me, over 6 feet tall, and I hadn't completely grown past 5'3 yet, so he felt. The drifting sensation was soothing, like floating on waves of warm water…She realized he was no longer massaging her feet. She lay still, feeling the afterglow of the massage. Idly, she wondered where he would touch her next, but it didn’t seem terribly important. She wondered why he’d felt the need to incorporate handcuffs into the experience. Then there were swift clicks, and her ankles were bound, as locked in place as her hands.Suddenly, before she could start to analyze this change, there.