I feel his hot breath on my neck. It doesn't take long for both of us to hit a hard orgasm. We both hit seconds apart. When the waves finally settle f...r both of us, I feel Nick untie my hands, and then moved to my feet. He does not take the ropes off of them. He pulls my hands together and ties them in front of me, and then secures it around my waist. He then ties my feet together. He removes the tape gag. He kisses me. "You will stay tied like this the rest of the night. I will take you to the. They came to a locked door off the main hallway. ‘Uh, this door was locked, those guys never made it in here,’ she said. ‘I’ll still need to take a quick look in there, Ma’am.’ ‘Why? I mean, really, if they didn’t . . .’ ‘I have to, Ma’am. Report has to be completed, this is a four bedroom house, and I’ll need four bedrooms accounted for in my report or the DA will roast my tail for supper . . .’ Exasperated, the woman took out a key and unlocked the door. ‘Help yourself, Officer,’ the woman. If anything, I feel flattered, and intrigued. She could have scurried away, but she didn't. She wouldn't have needed to mention it, but she did.Is this how awkward, shy girls flirt? Startlingly, there's nothing shy about it. More like 'Straight to the point with blunt force and very little word-mincing'. I could get used to that, actually.I can't help a smirk tugging up one corner of my mouth. “Don't be sorry,” I say. “Sometimes, being interrupted makes it better in the end.”“Oh?” Her blush. She was too young to officially apply anyway. Driving while underage was a fact of life and necessity out here. It was Sunday. The only day guaranteed off. I made a point to avoid work on Sunday just because. Some old-timers would work 20 hour days, 7 days a week during harvest, but I wasn't one of them. For a treat, we got cleaned up, put on some nice clothes and went to church. Wasn't there to sell my soul, just visit. Most people were there for the social aspect. Erica was introducing.