I asked, "Where's the blindfold; what's safe word this time?"That's when I noticed that in her hand was the blindfold, but she then tossed it onto the...bed with the rope to be used later. " The word tonight is, 'Flamingo'" she replied as she sashayed towards me.I nodded my head and stepped towards her. We opened our arms and stepped into a mutual embrace. We just stood there hugging each other. I slowly caressed her back trailing down to her ass. As I was doing that, she started grinding against. I left to go home with some very fond memories.I started college and felt a bit intimidated. I was one of the smaller guys in my classes. I didn't look my age and other students took me for younger than eighteen. I wasn't very outgoing so it made it a little rougher making friends, besides I drove to the university everyday rather than live in a dorm.I talked to one of my advisors and she suggested that seeing that my major was Physical Therapy that I minor in 'Massage Therapy Training', that. At first, I was quite happy that Will seemed to accept everything that was happening. The Will I knew would have been pushing to get back to work and asking me and everyone else to justify their actions. The new softer Will was easier to deal with but it worried me that he didn’t seem that eager to get back to normal. As the days went by, I noticed that he was putting less effort than I expected into his recovery. He seemed to be content to get around in his wheelchair. I found myself giving. In front of her the table, and on its surface the key. Her means of escape, if only she could get to it. Slowly moving her aching body she leaned up on her thin arm, sweeping her straight brown shoulder length hair out of her face, and picking up the long strip of once restraining leather straps she had fashioned into the tool to swing at the table leg with the heavy leather cuffs attached at the end, she tried one last frustrated arc, half heartedly pulling it towards her once it had curled.