We would not have got this far if I had any doubt.”“What would your parents say if they knew what we were doing?”“They are and will be pleased... We would not be together as we are, at this time, without their approval. They are aware of my training, having organised it. It will be the culmination of two years of patience and control,” she said in a way that I recognised was said with conviction.I was astounded at her explanation. This had been planned and executed with her parents' approval.It. I guess she let their willies do all the work. I’m sure she liked it, but she never let me stay down long enough.” “Did she taste any of what you have to offer?” “Sadly not. She nibbled my nipples, chewed on my tongue and stroked my bush, but she wouldn’t bring herself to reciprocate in kind where it really matters.” “Sometimes it works better when you skim the surface rather than dive in deep.” “You think so? I prefer a bit of real action. The best sex is when the woman you’re with knows. Scared, excited and conflicted.I screamed “no” into the gag. Clenched my eyes. Expecting the anger of a r****t. Expecting to be hurt. Body convulsing in fear…His hand is gone. No longer touching me. His voice in my ear, soothing. Stroking my hair. Telling me not to have fear.I feel the chain loosen, no longer in the makeshift hogtie. The relief was orgasmic. I feel the ankle cuffs fall off. My eyes can’t open. I think…I think I’m going to faint.His arms are under me, lifting me. I’m like a doll. It turns out that was a very good move on my part. He realized we needed to be quiet about this find, that we were subject to theft or even worse if the wrong information became available to the wrong people.Dave had scrupulous morals and was accountable to me to the penny. He volunteered, every single time we got together, the latest facts and figures, inventory level and what the markets were doing if anything on what I had left to sell. He was in tall cotton himself, enjoying this new task..