” “Oh.” In the stories that had mentioned bondage the ‘victims’ had always been tied down to the bed, or in one case, a leather bench. If sh... wanted to continue showing me around, she could only bind my arms, which wouldn’t be that bad. “Okay.” “Okay?” “Uhm.” How do you tell someone that you’ll agree to be tied up if they finger your pussy? My thoughts spun in all directions for a moment, but Erin gladly helped me out of my dilemma. “You want me to finger-fuck your pussy and then tie you up?”. "I had the feeling that she wanted for us to be alone someplace, and I knew exactly where we could have some privacy, my bedroom.Even though I knew my mom would be home, I also knew she would half blitzed on vodka, something that she did quite often over that nine years since my dad passed."Say Kathy, you doing anything now?" No, not really, why?" Well, if you can get out of the house for a while we can go somewhere." Yeah I can go, but where?" My house. You game?" Sure, but drive down a bit. “That’s a shame. You know I’m looking for a secretary. I’ll talk to Arun, and you’re going to start tomorrow,” he said.“Tomorrow? But sir…”“No buts Ananya. I can’t let a beautiful and talented woman like you waste your time at home,” he said.“Thank you, sir. I’ll be so happy to work for you,” I said.“It’s not so easy. You should be able to go beyond your limits to keep your boss satisfied. You should work overtime whenever I want you to. You should be ready to make some sacrifices,” he. Later that evening Josie was invited to join them for a meal at the local restaurant. The couple were interested in what Josie had done all day. Josie said she watched the television. But that didn’t seem to satisfy them. They asked what programs she had watched. Josie reeled off the Jeremy Kyle show and other programs. That seemed to satisfy them. The evening carried on with them telling Josie how much they had been offered for some of the photos and paintings of her. Josie was quite.