Remember, you need to enforce the rules until they’re changed.”I nodded, “I know.”“Then I’ll leave you two. I need to go talk to the other...RAs.”Teri and I stood and watched Dean Anderson leave.“What got into you?” Teri asked quietly.“You know Clarissa and I are as close as can be and that she spends most nights here.”“But she’s lesbian!” Teri protested.I chuckled, “And the reverse of what I told Dean Anderson is also true — being in bed doesn’t mean you have to have sex!”“According to YOU!”. He showed me to his computer and the problem he was having. "No problem" I said as I went to work on his computer. As we were fixing the problem I asked him where Sheila was. He said she was still a sleep in bed. The problem took longer than I thought it would.It was now 9:45 and I was almost completed. I told him I needed to call a friend of mine and get a code number for a new program I had put on his computer. He handed me the phone and as I was dialing the number Sheila walked out of the. We agreed to meet at the marina bar and see what happens.When we eventually met up, I knew all I wanted was his cock, but I needed to be in control, and as he has a severe stockings fetish, I was wearing the right clothes to entice him into my way of thinking.After a quick chat and few drinks we went back to my yacht, as we started to kiss and just as we got into the bedroom I grabbed some used stockings from the floor. The first I placed over Len’s head. Next I pulled his shorts down, and. “I’m sure nothing has changed” I k**ded.“MOM!” he cried“Just k**ding! Let’s get it over with” I said.I took the plastic bags and placed one over each hand and then wrapped some duct tape around the edges. He already looked like he had two giant oven-mitts on each hand. The bags only made them look more comical.“Uh, can you turn around while I get in?” he asked. “Then I’ll keep my back to you”“Oh, sure” I replied and turned my back while he got into the stall.I followed him in and at first.