She said, “You must have a brother, because I realized where I had seen you, you look just like a guy who works for my father’s company that I hav... a crush on.” I smiled at her, but was shaking on the inside, not sure what to do. Do I say something or blow her off? I gambled and said what the hell; the large project that we had won that morning required my skills, so I took a chance. I told her that she was mistaken and that I was an only child. Her eyes sparkled and she said, “I know.” I said,. Her captor hadn't let her use the restroom since before breakfast. It wasn't to the point of peeing all over herself, but she would need to get to the toilet soon. Any punishment for moving wouldn't be a bad as one for soiling herself and her parent's carpet. She was sure of that.The ankle cuffs were locked together tightly and the string around her toes was taut. An inch was about all she could manage to shuffle. She took a few more hobbled steps, trying to go in one direction. Stephanie. “Mr. Richards, My name is Dr. Tiberough. Can you remember what happened on the night of you collapse?"Why did he say it like that? How long was I out? why is there cotton in my ears? Is that a catheter?!! oi vie! Trying to recall what happen I regaled the doctor the fascinating story of how after being upset that I couldn't write more than a few words I jump in the shower and couldn't remember anything after that. making sure to leave out the alcohol and the masturbation, I explained as much. I surrendered, helpless and yearning in her arms.She proceeded to undress me as she kissed each newly exposed area of my body. The pretty lace outfit was leaving my body like a snake shedding its skin. She placed the delicate fabric covering me on a chair near us. Her lips against my skin felt exciting. She continued kissing my shoulders, lips, back and then returning to my lips. She made her way down my nearly naked frame ending up with her face between my legs.I stood before her, white thigh.