He told me to lay on my back and put my feet up on the corners of the table and to dangle my arms over the sides and put my hands together under the t...ble so I did as ordered to keep my job. Mark (the owners son) tied one end of the rope to one ankle and ran it under the table to the other ankle and tied it off, then he used the other piece to tie my hands together then he pulled them towards my ankles and tied the rope to the one restraining my ankles. Now that he felt I was properly. Denise’s orgasm continued like a sudden storm, washing over her whipped body.“Please. Please,” Denise cried.I softened the whipping a bit. I let her orgasm exhaust itself.“Please. Please,” Denise begged.“I’m not done with you yet,” I said to her.“Now, get your camera ready,” I said to Denise’s companion. I’m going to finish her off.I unfastened Denise’s ankles, and I put the pack on the ground. Then I lowered the rope so she could kneel on the pack. After all, I didn’t want her to hurt her. ‘You met her once.’ ‘Really, what’s her name?’ ‘Paige’ There was a long pause. ‘Your neighbor?’ ‘Yup’ ‘Wow, you bagged a real hotty.’ Paige didn’t look like she liked the idea of being ‘bagged’. She gazed at me a little disapprovingly. Brad continued, ‘Well congrats, you lucky dog, bring her by Baker’s so everyone can meet her.’ ‘Maybe’ Which was guy-speak for no. ‘That’s cool. Let’s catch up later then. Have a good time tonight.’ And we hung up. Paige shook her head at me and deliberately. "That depends," was her short answer."Depends on what," I wanted to know.She answered with one of her disarming pixy smiles. "It depends on how well you behave." Then she laughed as if she had just heard the joke of her life.I should have known that something was going to happen like me holding the wrong end of the ice cream stick. I should have, but I didn't, I guess I was too engrossed watching her antics with the camera.I simply said, "OK, go ahead."She showed me how she wanted me to sit,.