His lips curled in a grin of bitter satisfaction. He made no move to help.As though following a predetermined drill, Dorinda paused for the little cra...t to steady, then carefully rose to her feet and stepped out on to the sand, still warm from the day’s sun. It felt good between her bare toes. She took a couple of paces before she turned to face the man who was making good his threat to maroon her, naked, on a Grecian island. She knew what in doing so she conceded weakness. There would be no. I slide the slacks on. They are extra long, I am happy for that. That will prevent people from accidentally seeing the cuff on my ankle. I finish with the camisole and jacket. I check myself in the mirror. I look great. I sit back down on the bed and pick up the leather cuff. I place it around my ankle and tighten it down. Not to tight and not too lose. I pick up the padlock and place it through the hold on the hasp of the buckle. I feel a burning rush in my stomach. I hear the click of the. I wait, watching him, eventually he looks up at me, our eyes meet and lock for a few seconds. I am a sucker for him, his eyes, making me melt everytime. I see us in his eyes, the kisses, touches, and intimate moments we have shared. Everytime I look at him, a vivid scene plays out in my head. I walk over to him, willingly lets me push him back in his chair. I climb on his lap, facing him, one leg on each side. His lap being my favorite place to sit. I lift my hands, placing them on the sides. "Uh, yeah," I said. I stood up to open my locker and pulled out a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube, locking the door after."Come over here," Coach Allen said, walking over to the bench.I walked over to the bench where Coach Allen stopped me, tracing down my chest and abdomen until reaching the waistband of my jeans. He undid them and pulled them and my boxers off, exposing my half hard cock. Then he bent me over the bench. It was just barely wide enough for my legs to sit on, raising.