Overhand. As with the release methods, Chelsea has drawn basic diagrams accompanying each one. There was more. I’d barely scratched the surface o... what was within, but I decided to save it for another time. I wanted to savor this discovery. If I understood correctly, Chelsea regularly tied herself up. I faintly recalled hearing of the term ‘self-bondage’, but that was the extent of it. I’d have to do some research on the internet to learn more. I eyed the toys in her drawer, carefully. There was Marleen, wearing a nightgown, sitting on the couch. I freaked out a little from the scare. Only then I realized it was just Marleen, and smiled."Can't sleep?" I asked."No, my husband is having one of his infamous snoring festivals," she sighed."Hehe, yeah, I know. My dad's the same."An awkward silence."Wanna sit with me?" she asked. I had no idea what she meant, there was nothing to do or anything. But of course, you don't say no to a lady, so I sat myself next to her on the sofa. I. I was thrilled by my daring and naughtiness wearing but a teensy, upper thigh length, white skin tight, V-necked spandex mini dress. It was just another of the many borderline hookers like dresses that my friends suggested were a bit over the top for a girl who was in no way a call girl! I loved attention as a sexy girl but now I felt so free to be me in this city.This cute little mini dress just screamed for people to look at me and even stare at me. It. I’d describe it as scandalously. She moaned with pleasure. He was so much hotter today than usual. This was better, definitely. She slid her hands up, tangling her fingers in the springy hair on his chest. Under her right palm, she could feel the solid thump of his heart. God bless laudanum, her fantasies were usually not this detailed, or this thrilling. ‘More,’ she insisted. ‘Take all the clothes off.’ ‘What about you?’ he asked, voice hoarse, but he moved to shuck his coat. Oh, that was right, she was still dressed. How.