The eyes that were locked on to mine were not part of the routine. There was a very good chance that a new pace was taking shape and I was going to ha...e very little to do with how fast things would progress.A hint of a smile joined her captivating gaze. I half motioned to her, offering a subtle salute with my wineglass. My heart jumped in my chest, as she moved in the direction of my seat. The wine swirled across my tongue, rewarding me with a peppery finish while my mind anticipated what could. The first day of the new semester was one she had been looking forward to. The old Economics professor, a lewd old woman with an unappetizing penchant for bright pink bows, was retiring. Her replacement was new to the university, and rumored to be drool-worthy. The young Professor Jones did not disappoint. His thick black hair and piercing blue eyes had panties dropping all around the room as he began his first lecture. Suddenly, Economics was a vital class that required every ounce of. It doesn’t give me much light to work with that way, but it’s better than nothing, and I will need both my hands. From my bag, I remove two short lengths of rope and a roll of duct tape. I set the rope on the bed, near your head, then, praying that the tape will not make noise, I slowly pull off a small strip off of the roll, using my teeth to rip it.Holding the piece of tape in both my hands, I make my move. As quickly and smoothly as I can, I move onto your bed and straddle your stomach, my. But the antics with the laundry basket somehow left her with a chill. The basket drew her, seeming to command her attention with an aura of menace, the way a backpacker in the woods might suddenly look up to note the reason for his unease is the cougar lounging on a tree branch twenty feet overhead. Sarah found herself staring down into the basket full of dirty laundry, somehow feeling that the basket met and returned her regard with an intensity no human being could bear for long.Sarah decided.