"Really?" Yes! Really!"Whitney had me strip and dress in her clothes again: a black nightie,panties and stockings. She stuffed another pair of stockin...s in my mouthand covered them with tape, and tied me hand and foot to the bed.Finally, she taped a plastic bag over my penis.Then she left me.All afternoon and evening I was bound and gagged on her bed.I'm not sure whether Whitney had actually considered the issuesaccompanying being bound to a bed for so long a period. I guess shedidn't - at. She kisses you lightly letting her lips linger on yours afterwards for a little longer than she had all night, “So how long have you been holding it in?” she whispers trying to keep the driver out of your lives“From the moment I saw you,” you say honestly looking into her eyes trying to convey to her that she wasn’t being fed a line. “I’ve been waiting since the first time I saw you.” She takes your face into her hands and kisses you again passionately, your mouths move with each other’s, your. I walked down the stairs stopping at the room Liza was in and nodded at her.I stopped at the living room door with my hand on the handle. Breathing deeply I calmed my nerves wanting to have a cool calm exterior when I saw Teresa. Slowly I opened the door looking at the centre of the room as I did so. There she was knelt naked in the centre of the room. She flinched as she heard the door open.Her ass was resting on her heels; her belly had swelled showing her seven months of pregnancy to full. He isn’t after my money. And his value is intangible, yet quantifiable. Ugh. That’s how Jeff would say it. I’ll leave that approach to him. ‘What does he do?’ my father asked. His tone and demeanor told his girls he wasn’t backing down an inch. ‘I’m not exactly certain, but I think it’s biochemical engineering, sort of.’ ‘Well, at least he isn’t stupid,’ said dad. ‘No.’ He could wipe the floor with you with his left brain tied behind his back. ‘I look forward to meeting your young man,’ he.