We sit in silence for a few moments until he decides to switch on the radio. The car fills with the intellectual babble of NPR as I keep my eyes firml... fixed on the road ahead. "Sorry I, uh, disappeared for a bit. I had to take a phone call." His voice is even but I can recognize the slight change in pitch on the last two words: phone call. "That's okay," I say, stealing a quick glance in his direction."I just feel – since I offered to help you earlier, it may have been rude of me to then take. ?Now show me how to tie a person up!! Let’s demonstrate on Sakura!!? ordered Christopher.?Yes Master!!? answered Toshiko.As Sakura laid naked on the bed, Toshiko had use one of the ropes to bind her wrists behind her back tightly. She then tied the rest of that particular rope all over her breasts, forcing them to be positioned in a cetin erotic way. As it was not a short rope but a long one, they could use it to go all the way down to where Sakura’s ankles were . But given our differences in size, I could not fit into any of his clothes. Luckily there was a large shorts left by someone and it was still so tight to my size. I reluctantly wore it but none of the t shirts could fit my size.He said I can still work out since no one was there and he had closed the door of the gym. He usually does that by the time I go and I used to enter through the side door. Now I was only in a tight shorts coming to half my thighs.To add a word about my body, as I said I. "Please?" The skin on Miranda's arms and scalp goosebumped as Heather's light touch caused her senses to work overtime. Heather's hair and warm breath tickled her ear as she waited expectantly for her request to be followed. The wine certainly helped loosen her inhibitions, but really it was Heather's scent and touch, and that silky voice that dripped with gentle authority, that were absolutely intoxicating. Miranda felt like she was being pulled into an insulated bubble where Heather's touch.