Speaking as if to just himself, he voiced his options,” Let’s see, so do I make you stand today? Or kneel tall, or let you kneel sitting, hmmmm?�... The rough wood post in front of him, he had mounted with three large ‘training’ dildo’s, all at different heights. He could lock Bunny into various heights and positions as he trained her throat to accept an ample amount of cock.Doing something he never ever did, he looked at Bunny said, “So slave which one?”Bunny didn’t need to be asked or told. On the other hand, almost all of the American working girls that I've dated were primarily interested in completing the date as soon as possible. This business-like approach was even reflected in the bars on the street level. The girls generally did not approach a man but, instead, waited for a man to approach them. When a match was made, the man generally had the option of either going to the hotel above after one drink or first spending some time with the girl in the bar drinking, talking,. He came back over to where I was standing and said he was just about ready, and guided me across the ground for what felt like 20 to 30 feet. He than said for me to hold my arms up as high as I could. I did as he said, and felt rope being placed around both my arms at the same time. I tried to pull my arms down, but this is what he must have been up to, he tied both my arms up high over my head between 2 trees. He than took the blindfold off my eyes and I could see what he had done. I was. "That's not complicated," I said. "That's just crazy."I was thinking about how women ... grown women ... don't have fantasies about boys. But that "fact" that my brain kept insisting on, was being jostled by the news stories I had seen about teachers having affairs with their students, and the word "cougar" was running around in my skull ... like the animal itself ... dashing here and there. Except she wasn't anywhere near being a cougar. That was just ridiculous.In fact, I think "ridiculous".