Whenwe walked into the lounge all eyes were on my wife, he wasalready there and when he stood up to greet us it was hardto hide that wasn't all that w...s standing up. She slidin beside him and I on the other side of the table.As we drank our cocktails and made small talk my wive's hands slowlyworked there way under the table to his leg and other regions.It wasn't long before he did the same and surely to hisdelight did he find what was amiss to her atire. With a prearrangednod from my wife I. Anticipation filled her veins. She hid a smile as he tethered first one wrist and then the other. She loved the intense look he always got on his face when he tied her up."Not to tight?"She pulled experimentally on her restraints."No, sir. " Even to her own ears, her voice sounded breathless. Every time, he tied her up, she gave complete control of her pleasure to him. Satisfying her until she was a puddle under him was a talent he had. She tried not to dwell on where he'd acquired the. She had reached just a half a foot passed me, missing me completely when I lashed out, grabbed her, and covered her mouth, pulling her down the hallway as she kicked and tried to find an area of my hand to bite onto. Once we were outsider I stayed as close to the building as I could to insure the cameras didn't see me, the school only having about four cameras, one on each side of the building by each main door area. I knew these cameras well and knew that if I stayed close to the door. Living in the far North I'd not seen these relatives for a couple of years and in that time it came about that my uncle had run off with his secretary leaving my aunt to fend for herself, and Bella, who I learned later, was adopted. The family is not exactly short of a bob or two, as my uncle, being a 'wiz' in the City, carries on providing for them in the luxurious manner to which they are accustomed which included the sole use of their holiday-home during the summer months. Aunt Isabella is.