"Mom and Dad are gone and you are my slave this weekend"Rachael informed me,I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and said"ya ya...i know,so what do i have t... do?".Rachael had a big smile on her face and i thought she must have made a full fledged plan for me.She said"you have to do a lot of things but let's just get started,follow me".With that Rachael walked out of my room giving a nice view of her panties clad butt.I followed her and she went directly to her bathroom.I had no idea what she had in. ” About five minutes later I was dressing and I heard my phone buzz with another text. “No worries baby, I don’t expect the intensity of last night. I do feel kind of bad for making you stay up all night the day before your big move. I’ll do all the work. I’ll put on a movie and pleasure you.” I was astonished. I thought for sure that I would just collapse in my bed alone after my shower, but this was too good to pass up. I am not used to having sex four times in a 48 hour time period. She must. I can handle myself alright… and I can also make myself pretty scarce when I have to. Anyway, this geezer was well old, about 40. He didn’t fit in anywhere with today’s fashions, not that I’m a slave to it myself. Give me my old jeans, bomber jacket and trainers and I’m happy as Larry. But I always do go to ‘work’ in a suit, a matter of pride and principle I suppose. And I find people don’t get the jitters about you. Anyway, like I was saying, this bloke was dressed really weird – I mean, who. "Are they adjustable enough for that?" Cynthia asked, half- doubtful and half-challenging. "You know how...elusive...I can be." "Sure I know. But I'll make a bet with you, Cindy. I won't use anything else - other than a suitable gag, of course - and if you can wiggle out of them you get to script all our bondage games for the next four months." "And if I can't wiggle out?" Cynthia asked challengingly. "Then I get to run them for the next four months, fair?" "Fair," Cynthia agreed after a.