Dawson insisted in escorting me to my car, even though it wasn't a far walk, nor was I parked in an overly dark area. I thanked my young escort with a...soft kiss on his cheek, and I swear there was heat between us.A few days later, my friend called me in a panic. Her parents were in a car accident, and the nice widower neighbor was going to drive her the five hours to the hospital, but they needed someone to stay home with the boys. I knew Dawson was a responsible boy, but Dad just felt better. She smiled and said that if I changed my mind to let her know, she could probably still find one of her ex-husband's swimsuits that he had left behind she mentioned.She guided me into her study showed me her laptop and opened the file with the pictures of the house and technical information, pointed the printer to me and told me she will be in the kitchen for a while to cook something up for lunch and invited me to get a bite to eat also if I feel up to it.I started scrolling through the. I then handed her some handcuffs and the key and a yard stick and a blindfold. I slid up between her legs and she put the blindfold on me. We could of done without that but she wanted me to feel that I was in her entire control. I then slid my head down between her legs and put my arms under her thighs and wrapped my hands up over her stomach. She cuffed my hands in that position. It was impossible for me to slide down and away from her pussy as her legs were spread. The yardstick was. She knew she held the girl in thrall. Slowly, softly she allowed a smile to curl her lips. And she felt her heart flutter when a wide smile rose in response on the blonde's face. It was a smile like the morning sun rising.With a long, long sigh the woman's captured breath escaped. She whispered: "Hi, sweet girl... I am Angique. What is your name?"The girl flashed her lashes twice. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Kristie", she croaked. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled.