Finally. He'd been out a bit longer than I'd anticipated and by now someone else would be getting quite uncomfortable as well. She'd have to wait a bi... in any case."Well, that was one hell of a partly last night wasn't it?" I spoke quietly, knowing that he probably had one hell of a headache. I didn't want to torture him too much ... yet.His look was confused. He obviously hadn't connected me with anyone important in his past yet. He'd soon know. I'd remind him. Leaning in I unbuckled the strap. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Clark residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Stacey was out with some friends, and Mrs. Clark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Greg quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and. She moaned in discomfort as the rope was so tight around her skin. It wasn’t too tight he wasn’t going to damage his woman. He knew he could leave no marks…no permanent ones any way. Once again he went to the dresser and picked up the next item.Flash, flash, flash. She heard the click of the camera as he took pictures of her in this so submissive position. She protested and struggled against the restraints. But she knew that the pictures were for her and him. No faces, just body shots of. I look at Kath, and she waves for me to continue with what I’m doing. So I stay as I am.Mr Schaeffer tells the rest of the students to move off to class, because the bell is due soon. They go, even my friends are hurried out by him. He tells me to stay here, and to not let the girls move. I nod to agree with him. He turns, and leaves. I look over to see the concerned looks of the women working in the kitchen. One says something to the others before she comes over to collect the tray and things..