When he asked me to go to the lake with him I figured that it would be the perfect opportunity to end things. We were able to part friends." What abou... the week you were gone with him?" I wasn't with just him. There were five of us. His dad sold a hundred head of cattle and we moved them to Kansas City." Did you have sex with him while you were there?" Can we go inside and talk about this? I don't need your neighbors listening in."I unlocked the door and she followed me in. She took a seat on. I slowly began fucking her.“Are you sure that you want to see our texts that we were exchanging,” she confirmed, “just before you brought me my coffee?”I anxiously nodded and replied that I did…The first text was from HIM:*You’re amazing! I had a great time! R U home safely and doing okay? *She responded:*You too, Me too. Yes… and sore*HIM:*Sore? *Her:*VERY*HIM:*You know what they say: Practice Makes Perfect*Her:*That’s what I hear *HIM:*Lunch - This Wednesday? *Her:*Lunch or Practice?. .." he whined, but shejust smirked. He had this strange churning in his stomach, this confusedfeeling of fear and fascination, as this beautiful girl was overpoweringhim... She used another cord to strap his thighs to the seat, her thinmanicured hands flying dangerously close to the huge lump tenting hisshorts. There was no way he would escape now... She did not stop there, as she stepped behind the chair and untied hishands, only to take each of his arms in turn and fasten his wrists to. "I'll be right back." While she was gone Michael decided he'd better get agrip on the situation, so he pulled out the departmental manual and began toget acquainted with his new department. On his desk he noticed a nail fileand absentmindedly began to shape his nails. "These really do need somework", he noted.As Stacy returned and set down Michael's coffee refill she smiled. "Thosenails really are taking shape."Michael felt a little self-conscious at the remark, but continued filing awayhis.