At first when I was young -about 7 years old- I always fantasized of being under someone else's control, to obey their orders and please them and in r...turn they would protect and love me. The very thought of bondage registered in my brain when I played with my friends and they hold me and tickle my body(I was very ticklish), this created some sort of familiarization with the thought of being tied up. When I got older, my friends and I would do some dares and bet on who will win; these dares. "This must all be rather different from what you expected."What do you expect, wondered Freddie, after you have been grabbed and drugged and wake up to find yourself blinded, gagged and helpless in crate that holds you immobile? Possibly not a brightly lit room looking like an open plan office in any typical modern development. Possibly not to be greeted in a conversational manner by a girl not much older than you wearing an outfit that looked like she'd stepped out of "Mad Men", either. Sarah. Moving around Rob came up between her legs and resting a leg on each shoulder began to apply himself to the task of eating the juicy, inviting pussy that was staring him in the face. Taking long, slow laps he moved from bottom to top working his tongue between the lips as much as possible. Moving her legs apart farther he moved in to fuck into her slippery, moist hole with his tongue. In and out he moved it, making it as hard as he could. Rolling her head in her sleep Sandy started to moan and. I want you in one of those tee shirts before we leave.”“Master? What if he won’t agree? How far do I have to go?” She whispered in my direction.I held my hands apart as if saying she had better not fail. I knew she could be pretty persuasive. “Then don’t fail, Honey. It looks like your lucky day anyway. He looks okay too. Imagine if he’d been old and fat and you had to make the deal?”I moved to the corner and pretended to look at some of the more generic shirts for sale, leaving my wife in her.