I joined her, and with a, “Hi I’m Jay,” introduced myself. “I’m Maryam,” she replied with a shy smile. English was not her first language,...and although she spoke it expertly, her voice had a heavy, slightly clipped Indian sounding accent. We chatted briefly; inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. It seemed she wanted to build up a few qualifications and then study some kind of business technology degree at university. She seemed a smart girl but her studies. I opened the door and she stepped inside. I switched on the lights.Cindy regarded the room with her jaw slack. "Nick!" she gasped. "The cabinets and counters ... This must've cost a fortune!" I used stock cabinets," I replied. "I know a guy who's in construction. He was between jobs so I had him do the framing, drywall and cabinet installation. The plumbing was already roughed in. There's a commode over there." I pointed to another door.Cindy opened it and looked in. "Like a powder room .... Frank staggered for a moment and just looked at her, then walked unsteadily over to his pack and dug out a length of rope. Tanya stood up and came over next to him, turned around and put her arms behind for him to tie her hands together. Once bound, she went over and lay down next to the dying campfire. “Should I tie your legs?” Frank asked, sitting down beside her.“No, this is fine,” she replied, squirming around to make herself as comfortable as she could while lying on her bound arms.. "I don't think you should," Terry said softly as he watched her open hismother's top drawer."Does it bother you to be so close to your mother's private things?"Wendy asked."Maybe. I mean ... well ... a guy doesn't fuck his girl in his mother'sroom every day!" I wish you could fuck me in that nice bed every day. It makes me feelas soft as the sheets!" Wendy said."Softer. A lot softer!" Terry agreed."My goodness, Terry! What on earth is this? A ... a dildo! A dildo! MyGod! A big electric cock!".