“Do you want to borrow one of my pairs of shorts?” asked Linda, who wasn’t absolutely sure that her English lessons had yet covered this item of...clothing and tweaked her own to indicate what she meant. Gabrielle nodded and with no ceremony undid her skirt and stepped out of it. And here was a surprise that Linda most definitely didn’t expect. The girl was wearing no knickers under her skirt. Not wearing a bra was one thing. Linda wasn’t wearing one either. But no knickers! Then she stood with. I lifted up the leg that was over hers to free her up as I pushed her knickers down below her knees, now I could truly feel her wetness. Moving round to place myself between her legs I kissed her tummy just below her bodice and into her pubic hair, her smell was strong, her hair saturated with her pussy juice. I moved my arms under her thighs as she raised her knees up, her feet still trapped by her knickers. She was mine completely, I kissed the inside of one thigh from her stocking tops up. She did say it's only been twice because you have to be careful who you let do it. She's smart." I can't let her do that. She deserves better." Tell her that and you will be a hypocrite. She's seen the pictures." But I don't want that for her." That's her decision, not yours, and it's already been made. Think about your own case. How old were you when you realized you were turned on by the idea of being tied up?" As far back as I can remember, but it seemed shameful to want that. I was always. Sir John looked over to Alan, “An interesting theory.” “Well we mustn’t take up any more of this young man’s time Group Captain.” He said addressing Alan.” You will be hearing from us in due course.”After shaking hands, they left leaving Robert wondering what the hell that had all been about.The following week he started physiotherapy. The first two weeks in his room, Gale the young physiotherapist, would gently massage his back and leg, each day increasing the movements of his leg.One evening.