”Nicola turned her head back and I gave her a last kiss before we drifted off.“Morning, Sweetie.”Something felt so good, but also something was ...ery wrong. It felt like Nicola was stroking my cock, which felt so good. When I tried to move, I opened my eyes and discovered what was wrong. I tugged a bit and confirmed that my hands were firmly tied around the bedstead with what looked like a stocking. I lifted my head and looked at Nicola.She was sitting, naked on the edge of the bed. One foot was. “My apartment is right next door to the place, so we can go there after work and kill some time before we leave for the eatery,” he suggested.Petrie’s apartment was neat but rather Spartan. After he poured two glasses of wine we sat in the lounge. “I was always in awe of you in school,” Petrie mentioned after a sip of wine.“Why?” I asked.“Well… you were always outgoing and popular,” he answered, before continuing, “I have a confession to make. I have a mild form of Avoidant Personality. Its showtime , its 'this little piggy goes to the slaughter ' time. i listen out and the toilets are empty but i can hear noises coming from a nearby park and the low bass sound from a house party somewhere , i take the opportunity to set off the motions.. facing the toilet/shelf/back of the cubicle i reach behind me and unlock the door , i open it slowly and step aside to allow it to fully open into the cubicle , i then lean forward over the toilet and place my hands on the waist high. "Not in the least. Put some chap stick on and get to it. And I mean right now. You're about seven weeks behind."I couldn't really argue, could I.When we finally came up for air she had one more requirement for me, non negotiable. In the next five weeks I had to see her at college.We went on a few dates. I always got her back on time, her father would be waiting up for her, checking to see if a hair was out of place. Disapproval dripped off him like sweat in August, but he never actually said.