..not sure any restaurants will be open now, unless you’re wanting breakfast!" Alexa laughed, she’d never been the brunt of any of Jack’s playfu... insults and she liked his confidence.They settled on a small Italian restaurant just a short walk down the road from their hotel. The meal was pleasant but it was the two bottles of Spanish Rioja which they had drunk whilst talking which had helped them to relax, the conversation between them toing and froing. They had both giggled at the funny. The story made Art slightly suspicious but he decidedit was worth his while to try to patch things up with Claudia. Maybeshe would provide an explanation for what had transpired during herlast visit.She arrived uncharacteristically late, some time after 4 p.m. insteadof "around two" as she had promised. A blue minivan belonging to thecompany rolled to a stop in Art's yard, and as Claudia got out, Artgrimaced to himself. Her choice of transport and footwear (sturdy bootshad replaced the elegant. You could screw him right now, and I'd just be cheering you on because that's hot. I'm the sick wench you got involved with after six years of friendship, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jane. I'd love to see you two together, and we both know his wood is stiffening at the thought of that," she explained before kissing me. "Now, don't make me wait much longer, I might not just tease him next time," she warned me before walking back to my bedroom.I sighed. "I'm sorry, Tim, she is out. At the time Ellen was divested and had turned to partying and drinking far too much wine, which quite frankly put me off her. She was also a little unsure of herself, always fishing for complements when we did spend time together for the odd meal and even a drink now and then. Anyway, back to now and my current situation: chained to my bed, dressed as a girl, gagged and hooded. I had fantasised many times about being a damsel in distress and therefore I'd masturbated many times to the thought.