You pushed me closer to the bookcase, not stopping until my body was closed in between it and yours. “Kylie…” you murmured, nibbling on my earlo...e. “Fuck,” I hissed in surrender, my knees going weak. I was still stroking your cock through your pants, and you grabbed my wrists roughly with one hand, pressing them into the small of my back while you rubbed my pussy with the other. “I’m going to let go of your hands, and you’re going to put them on the shelf,” you whispered, releasing your hold. I. Finally I smoothed on a pair of black gloves that reached almost to my shoulders. "Turn around and put your hands behind you," said Sylvia as she approached carrying several coils of rope. Meekly I complied and felt the rope coil around my crossed wrists and tighten there. Sylvia then put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. Once there she looped ropes around my thighs and underneath my ankles, keeping my legs doubled over on themselves. As I sat uncomfortably on. "I hope you didn't mind me doing that. Those guys were starting to creep me out a little, and I thought it might discourage them." No, that's fine. They were starting to piss me off. God, I hope I never acted like that." I doubt you did. I get the feeling that you're twice the man that they could ever be." Her voice took on a whimsical, damsel-in-distress quality as she added, "Thank you for defending my honor."Dave couldn't help but laugh at that, a deep, belly laugh the likes of which he. "Well," she suddenly surprised him as her expression grew serious. "Maybe it's about darn time you are."Tim was rocked. He wondered if Carrie had guessed the feelings that had been growing inside him for the past few months. They had been partners for almost a year now. He had been a bit surprised to get a female partner, but knew that she had to meet the same physical, mental and emotional standards as any male firefighter in order to be assigned to a Rescue SquadFor her part, Carrie had also.