He holds me tighter as we move together, my leg hooks up to his hip and his hand glides along my thigh. Jack and I move in sync, our chests press tigh...ly together as the song changes to a faster pace with the ease of a professional. Jack takes me into a salsa, the Spanish lyrics betraying passion and lust. We cross the room quickly and Jack sends me into a spin out from him before pulling me back. His arms embracing me against him as the song slows. I slide my body down, spiralling as my behind. Both of them looked bedraggled, and a little tired, like they hadn't been getting much sleep."Sure, come on in," Mike said. "Can I get you some coffee?" That's be nice," John said. "Regular and straight, if you have it." Me, too," Heather said.Mike looked around the house. It was something of a mess. The TV was going, and Tiffany and Henry were making some noise. "If this is business, maybe we'd better go downstairs," he suggested. "It'll be quieter there." Sure," Heather said. "Fine with. How many showed up?" Eight." I said weakly.Her face turns a little red and she takes a deep breath. "I didn't really expect that many, this is going to be different...but exciting, I hope I can handle this!" She exclaims. "You better hurry and tie me up we've got just a few minutes before they arrive."As I tighten the cuffs around her little wrists and ankles I ask her, "Are you sure about this?" I'm so nervous, but I'm pretty sure!" She is breathing rapidly. "I think you like it too by the. Now that minor skill was paying off for her.She felt more alive than ever before. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she'd actually escaped her bonds at home and flown out into the real world or if it was the excitingly sexual attention she got from men like Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet.It might have been both.But thinking about them made her cunt churn and boil with need. She knew she couldn't sit much longer in the hard chair, typing, alphabetizing, doing all the humdrum jobs Mary Ellen.