In the couple years that Vicky had been back in Bradford they'd picked up their old friendship -- but on much the same level as it had been, which is ...o say just friends. It had not escaped Jason that Vicky was again an available young woman, even though eight years had passed and a lot of water had flowed under the bridge since they'd had much to do with each other. He'd hoped she could pull herself together, make a new life, find a new guy who wasn't a jerk; they'd talked about it lots, and. He asked if I was going to be a part time agent and I told him as long as he was giving me a 1099 form I would see him when I see him. Two weeks later I closed a 1.2 million dollar deal and he hasn’t said a word to me about it since.I sat at my desk and fired off a few emails. I called a couple leads back and managed to setup a showing on a nice little twenty acre parcel about 45 minutes out of town. When I had cleared my work I took some time and thought about our conversation the night. Easily flipping me over he grabbed my ankles, still clothed in my sweatpants, and taped them together. I was hog tied. He took his large left hand and pulled me by my hair until our eyes were inches apart. ‘Hello slut,’ he whispered, ‘do you remember your safe word?’ My mind reeled. I was way too high to think. The ecstasy was tearing at my brain, making what should be a frightening situation sexually arousing. Then hearing his calm, deep voice…wait, what did he ask? It was then I finally. " I muttered.She must have been a dentist, she made me clamp my teeth together, and I watched her check through a drawer of shields until she found something the right size, top and bottom components fitted easily and then she smeared paste over them."Close together tight and hold." she ordered. as the glue hardened permanently encasing my pearly white teeth in a plastic protector, "And open."Her tiny hands caved away the surplus glue and she did something to my tongue, I realised to my horror.