Starting on three, two, one.”Casey’s conscious fluttered. She fell asleep.Then she was awake, in what felt like a second later. Now she was on her...back, with her head tilted to the side and her arms and legs ramrod straight. Casey blinked, frowned, and then very quickly realized that she couldn’t move her body. She could control her face just fine, but nothing else would respond.Casey took stock of the situation. She was on the padded table in the middle of the set. Red lights had sprung up in. "She smiled mischievously and pulled out a map. "Looks like we aresupposed to head this way. According to the map, we might have four milesor so to go. "With that, she turned and headed into the jungle. For amoment I stood staring at her perfect butt and toned legs. Shook my headto clear my head and whispered to myself, "This is either going to be themost sexually frustrating three weeks of my life, or I think I need tomarry this woman." I followed the perfection before me into the jungle.The. "Juh, Jeff?" she stammered, blushing.I grinned. "Miss Sally! How are you?" I replied.Her blush became crimson. "Uh," she choked, "would you ... mmm ... mind ... mmm..."I laughed, and said, "Come on, baby, spit it out!"Her crimson became fluorescent. "I wonder if you'd go to the Sadie Hawkins dance," she rasped; then, "with me." She was not looking at me.I laughed, a belly laugh at this point. She looked stricken, and began to turn away; I took her hand, brushed it against my lips as before, and. She is usually shy, won’t come out and talk, my mom has initiated the conversation with her firstly, whenever she in conk with my mom, I used stair at her assets and curves, I go mad and end up hand jobs twice and thrice sometimes in my room, time passed interaction started with me with smiles and hi, hellos, she was keen in her children’s education as her husband is illiterate, she wants me to help her children in studies mostly they used to come to my house to clear doubts, rarely I visit.