She really was gorgeous. Honey blonde, wide-spaced blue eyes, great body with two medium-sized but shapely breasts straining her purple business shirt... She reminded me of my english teacher in high school who everyone had a massive crush on. My hormones waged war with my feelings of dread about the car and I shifted a bit on my seat to ease my growing erection."Milk?" she asked , glancing humorously towards my pants region as if she knew exactly what was going on down there."Thanks." I. “Yes” she answered. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”The bed was perfect for tying her up spread-eagle. It actually had legs. I took the first set of lined cuffs and secured her left arm to the bed. I took the second set and secured her right arm. I then took the rope and tied it to the left foot post, up and wrapped it around her left ankle, and then across to do the same with the right ankle and bed post. She was completely secured now. She was panting in anticipation,. Looks like somebody else enjoyed it as well, my wife says. It sure does, I think. I wonder what is going to happen next and then wonder why I am wondering so much and not just focus on all the breasts around me. I laugh out loud. A question mark appears on my wife’s face. “Something you want to share with the group?” “I am just a bit taken by surprise. No pun intended” I laughingly reply. The bathroom door opens and Laura walks out in my wife’s bathrobe. “I need another drink. You guys want. )"Yes of course," she said, adding "I'll leave the room and you can borrow it if you like!"Well, I must admit, being the curious person I am, even more intriguing thoughts were now flashing through my head, but I was still a little shocked, mostly about Sarah's unexpected openness, I suppose - openness about something which up till then had been a closed subject.I blurted out something that sounds pretty stupid now : "But, I don't know how to use it!"This, of course, cracked her up, and we both.