Beyond that, the ocean showed in the near background, with small waves lapping the shoreline.There was an open laptop on a table, and the back view of...a woman, typing energetically. The weather in the scene looked warm, the woman was concentrating, hurrying to get her thoughts down as her mind raced with ideas.Dee suddenly recognised the woman was her favourite author, who wrote under the nom de plume 'The Authoress'. Dee became excited, maybe she would glimpse her idol's face! The Authoress. I got up and went to the back to the shelf in the beck of the classroom and started organizing the books and I called Jamal over "Jamal could you help me with these books" Jamal said "sure miss C" I got on my hands and knees and Jamal knee next to me helping. He leaned back and i felt his hand on my butt. I wiggled and pretended like I didn't notice. We finished and I got up at the same time as Jamal and tripped and fell on him. He fell on his butt and I fell face down on him and my hand was on. C., deliciously cool, and the sounds distant and vague like steps up a mountain we never had to climb far away, and I loved him and was him and he loved me and was me, and I cupped the back of his golden head and I touched tongue to tongue with him and we pressed close together, and he was purest sexuality come with purest love, and we would never age or be sad, for all our lives were to be spent here in this piano room, and he would play for me, and I would kneel beside him and hold him round. ” A kiss on my forehead and then a flick of a tongue on my nipple let me know he is pleased. I feel each of my arms being stretched toward the corners of the bed, some sort of leather bracelet being placed around my wrists. Once fastened I notice whatever they are connected to does have some give so I can move a bit, this lessens my fear. Hands follow my arms, down my sides, down my legs, grabbing my ankles, spreading my legs wide, the same sort of cuff placed around my ankles, and they to have.