I said, “Ok,” and asked him why he was not helping me?He very reluctantly said that to help me, he has to touch me and if I object, then what will...he do? I thought about this and then told him that I will not object.Then he said, “Ok, in the next session I will help you but you have to change your clothes.” I said, “Ok.”On Friday in the next session, I went early and changed into a top without bra and loose skirt as I didn’t have hosiery shorts. So, for comfort, I wore a skirt with panty.Both. Genius plan, father". He muttered and smiled acidly at his dull reflection.The skies rumbled in agreement.But he knew he was trapped here in this old BQ as certain as his father was similarly bound through a gallant but misguided oath to his dying former mistress. His recent move here to this BQ a month ago on his 25th birthday was to fulfill his deceased mother's request that he mend fences with his estranged father. A man he had only seen once since he got here. He appeared very sickly but. Let me be honest with you, this goddess was born with no further design than to fuck raw. And I think it's this mindset that drove me to the brink each time I gazed upon her and made me wonder whether or not I actually did use her. From the moment I saw her I wanted her, craved to touch and feel her. It took only a short time to move in on her and make her love me. It was less than a week before we had sex for the first time, and when we did it was the most amazing thing I had ever. Handcuffs would have meant going back up and searching the bodies of the guys at the top of the stairs, to find a key.Considering all the gunfire, I didn't think we had enough time to deal with that."Did you come with the police?" Charlie asked as I stood up and started looking for something to cut the zip tie."No. The police would have taken at least 'till tomorrow to get to you, if then. I didn't want to leave you, and especially Sandy, in their hands that long."I found a small knife sitting.