"What're you doing?" I said getting a bit worried. "Oh...nothing," he said as he brought out a roll of duct tape. "Put your hands out. Now," he said i... a commanding voice.I quickly put my hands out in front of him. I could feel even more heat rising between my legs. He quickly wrapped tons of duct tape around my wrists. "What're you doing?" I repeated. "Turn over," he commanded."No," I said. Was this really happening?He knew about my fantasy about being tied up and being spanked, but said he. Anjali too was enoying the bike ride and breeze, that comes from Nilgiri foothills.She started the conversation…Anjali: Smilingly “You are different today, not in rush today dear and smiling all the way. Not coming office tomorrow?”Me: “Is it? Many be because I have nothing to do at home. Wife left for vacation and I already had dinner”Anjali: “I can now understand why your face is so bright all day. ha ha ha…” She paused, left her hair loose, again asked “So any scandalous plans tonight?? ha. I opened the door to a packed house; a few students but mostly administrators. There was a big cake on the counter - across the top was "Car Killer," in red letters. In the center were two pictures; one of last years wrecked Suburban and one of the burnt one from yesterday. I had heard the cafeteria bought one of those computer graphic cake decorating machines that could impose a picture on a cake.All of us had cake with our morning coffee and a good laugh at my expense. They had all seen. _________________________________I must have missed her returning to her room for the first time and just caught her from behind once again after her 2nd outfit change. This time she came out in a long, black wig (must have been a wig since her hair do the first time was much shorter). She had on an equally short to the first dress, this time incredibly flared. It was an american girl type themed dress this time and it looked as though she had on diamond sparkled stockings. When I entered her.