My hands moved, my left to theright nipple and the right moved to my crotch and slid a fingerinside my vagina. The television said. "Good Girl, that's...the way Ilike you, naked and horny. You'll not remember the rest of this..." The next thing I knew, I was standing in the living roomwith snow on the screen and I was fully dressed. The cassette waslaying on the floor with broken tape at either side of it. I wonderedwhere the tape was until I stepped forward to retrieve the cassetteand felt a. The Amish women were kneading bread, the young girls and boys were cleaning the Ballroom, while the men were positioning the heavier pieces. My grad students were not up by dawn, but all of them were hard at work by eight o'clock.About nine thirty, I saw Francine talking to several of her performers. I went over to find out what was up. As I approached, Francine waved her people away. I did not take that well. Soon Francine and I were in a heated discussion of who should be where, doing what. . and tied up. It looked like she had metal manacles around her ankles, keeping her feet on the floor, with about 2 feet between them. And leather cuffs hold her wrists together, and kept her arms taunt above her head. Her torso was naked, but she could feel she wore tights, panties, and shoes. As far as she could guess, they were her own clothes. She felt a rough wall against her back... obviously there was some fabric between her buttocks and the wall, not just her panties and tights. Her. "Do you mind if we try it? My husband doesn't think it's large enough for me to fit underneath."The red-faced salesman directed us to a slightly larger model that we settled on. Laura squeezed my hand as the salesman pointed out the solid wood and the workmanship, looking to me for approval."I'm surprised you didn't offer to see if you could fit underneath," I told Laura when we left the store."He got the point. The ring comes in handy once in a while," she said, flashing the gold band I had.