"This wine is a Volnay from Bourgogne. It is a treacherously named wine. There are five different Volnay wines, all from the same tiny hillside. But t...ey taste as differently as though they came from five different continents. So much like us women, don't you agree? This one is the best, though. It grew on the toughest, poorest part of the hill. Taste and tell me."She watched Kristie take a tiny sip and protested. "Mais non, ma petite! Take a good swallow. That is the only way to taste a good. Mr. Miller made sure I scooted back enough so that my ass was halfway on top of his lap. After a few minutes of the slow saunter of the horse, I felt a fat stick in his pants get harder. He put his hand on my stomach, pushing my back up against him. "Mmmmm your ass feels mighty nice," he whispered in my ear. His hands slowly moved up my torso. He ran his palms up my chest and lightly took hold of my large breasts. He played with them and breathed in my ear. He started to undo the buttons on my. "First secret of boys' club, there's absolutely nothing exciting about boys' club," I said as I fished out a business card for her, and she laughed. We continued chit-chatting about the conference for a few minutes, but I was preoccupied by thinking how true what I'd just said was.Fact was, I'd enjoyed the conference in past years but this year's was looking like a tough slog in a lot of ways. First, here I was in a hotel conference center in Cleveland for two weeks straight. In past years I'd. Then Sara proceeded to tie my upper thighs, above and below my knees the same way tight. Next she tied one end of another piece of rope around my waist above my ass and took the ropes other end and pulled it through between my legs at the ankles and pulled it back to my naked ass pulling my feet till they were touching my buttocks. I could feel the balls of my feet pressing against my ass cheeks as she tied the rope tied around my waist. Sara then used another piece of rope tying my wrists to.