I got up quickly and dressed. I wore a red top with a black skirt and a light blue sweater because it was cold. He, on the other hand, wore track pant... and a t-shirt.We had promised each other that it would be a no underwear vacation. So it was not even acknowledged. It was still dark and really cold when we left the room at around 5 am.Shreekanth was driving on the state highway in the car we had borrowed. I was sitting in the passenger seat. Since it was dark, I switched on the lights in the. I had full makeup, jewellery, perfume and shoulder length black bob wig.As arranged I was taken by my host to the small room with no windows and as we entered I saw the stockade that I would be secured to. It was bolted onto a wooden plinth which made it about waist height. It was black metal and had sinister looking cuffs at front and back and a mid length raised hollow bar with cushioning on it and a bigger metal cuff at head level. There were several leather straps with buckles and lengths. By the time we had consumed a light salad and wine, we were all pretty relaxed and Peter suggested that he and I should give Sally a massage as a reward for the enjoyable meal, I said she surely deserves one, but wouldnt she prefer that you did that alone. Sally chirped in and said it sounds like fun, but dont get the wrong idea, if there is going to be any sex it will be after you go home Jim, fine with me I replied. With that Sally began to refresh our glasses of wine whilst Peter brought the. And there, above the dresser, a strange window into another similar room where a girl with long, tousled, dark blond hair knelt amongst stuffed animals and stared back at me. She wasn't wearing much, something pink and mostly transparent. I could almost see the tips of her young breasts pushing against the translucent fabric, and even catch a glimpse of the swelling form of them through her open neckline.I didn't realize it was a mirror at first. Of course. What nearly-forty-year-old,.