I pulled out a piece of it and put it over her fine lips. I then procceded to roll the tape in layers around her head, and for each lap she made less ...oise. Finally I taped her legs together, she was all mine now:- Do you want this.She remained still:- If you want this I can give it to you. My wife can give it to you. We will be your masters. You will obey our every desire and do whatever we ask. You will dress as we ewant you to, do what we want you to. You will be our slave. Got it? You can. . . that this is something . . . that you can . . . you have assumed too damn much.” He was flustered because he was undone by her complete ability to read him. He felt trapped and angry but he wasn’t exactly sure why. All he knew was that his chest felt tight, his knees felt weak, his mouth was dry, he’d lost the ability form complete sentences and he was wildly aroused, more than he’d ever been in his life. He was out of his element and in a strange environment. Taking a deep breath, he. All the attention from this young guy awakened something inside Wendy. She knew what it was like now and he wasn’t going to be around for the whole time so Wendy had to find another guy. The weather was getting warmer and she had managed to get a consultancy role out of her home town where Wendy felt she could dress a little more provocatively, maybe there were some opportunities for her there. The college was a completely different demographic from her usual place, although she recognised some. ”“I’ll think about it,” Oscar said flippantly.“Take my advice and try not to think about it,” Cole said. He emphasized the word think.After five minutes of trying not to think about it, Oscar slumped forward with his head in his hands. Every attempt not to think about it reminded him of Georgia. The waitress came over with a glass of iced tea knowing that he usually ordered it with his dinner. She asked, “What do you want to eat?”Oscar looked over at her and said, “Sometimes I’m too smart for.