The new subject numbering system had the convention that the first digit indicated the ‘level’ of the subject – 1was for a first-year subject, 2...for second-year, 3 for third, and so on. 9 meant a graduate-level subject. At least that was the convention that the Faculty of Engineering had adopted for all of the schools within that faculty, to me it made sense.Michelle was taking this week off to finish her recovery from the surgery, but when she returned next week, she would start to make sure. They started kissing and were apparently lost in a world of their own. Afreen’s left hand was holding Riayz’s head pulling it closer while her right hand was around his shoulder. She rose onto her toes so he gets a good access to her lips. A sudden lightning followed by thunder brought all three of us back into this world. I was the first to speak – “I’ll go down and change. You guys come over when you’re done.”“Sorry Adi!!! We were lost in ourselves forgetting that you’re around” saying that. He then asked me if this was bothering me and I said no, because it wasn’t really. He then asked me if I would like to try something new. I said sure. He then took me and had me stand up, my back to him and undid my belt; unzip my jeans allowing gravity to take them to the floor. After this he took my underwear and slid it down my legs. He then stood up, dropped his pants and told me to bend over and touch my ankles which I did. Once in that position, I felt this cold and slippery. "Yes but.." My sentence was cut off by the sound of bondage tape being ripped off and he bound my hands behind my back. For the third time that day my heart sped up. I could feel him circling around me. He stood in front of me and slid his hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts. "I see you followed my instructions not to wear a bra today," Jason said approvingly. "I was wondering why you asked me not to," I answered. "And now you know why," Jason said softly. He slid his back out and with a.