"Hiya sleepyhead," she says with that award-winning smile, "sorry to wake ya, but we're almost there."Still groggy, you manage to get out, "Why'd you ...ave to yell?"She shrugs her shoulders, sending her red hair around her neck from underneath the Dodgers baseball cap and lifting her C-cup breasts ever so slightly."I dunno, boredom. Anywho, we're getting there soon, you promise to be nice to the other girls? They're my friends." Better friends than me?" you ask with a slightly sarcastic. Once naked he leads me down the back stairs and into the basement, the only sounds are his footsteps on the marble stairs. Nothing is said as we enter the punishment room as he sets about helping me up onto the bench and fastening the restraints. I blush with embarrassment as the cool air and padded bench on my skin makes my nipples harden plus the absolute vulnerable helpless feeling I get as he fastens my legs wide apart. He continues with the restraints until I cannot move at all, then. She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were. They checked in and left to get some food before going their separate ways. They met at the hotel later Lara had a power nap while he showered and dressed, then while she got ready he went to the bar to meet a couple of guys he had been talking to at the rugby. It was almost an hour before Lara arrived, he was chatting at the bar when his friend said “Wow” look at her, he turned unable to believe how sexy she looked dressed in a black silk shirt, pencil skirt, heels and stockings. He grinned.