Hurt and bitter, he brooded... and with his dark and vengeful thoughts came the need to rebuild his fallen pride. The decency which Joan had hoped was...in the youth did not exist, but he'd not been able to think of a proper way to lash back at her--not until that following Saturday morning. It was then that he was with his young buddies, Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber, down in his basement where they were drinking some of his father's beer. In a burst of adolescent bravado, he had soothed some. Then she would linger on; once she offered to help put cream on my back;I sat in front of my stand up mirror, while she rubbed the cream, very slowly and lovingly and as she reached around me and caressed my breasts firmly, I couldn't stop my breasts from reacting, my nipples became hard and erect and a small gasp escaped my lips, I looked into the mirror at her face, she was looking straight at me, I held her gaze, she looked strong, her blue water eyes seemed to change to a darker green, I. "If you feel at the back of the seat of the chair you will find like two rings that are open. Place each wrist in each ring and press your arms towards each other. There is a button inside each ring that will activate the closing mechanism and render your hands useless until I give the order to let you out of this chair."I felt the rings. I had seen them when I already the first time approached the chair. I stuck my wrists through the openings of the rings and continued to move my arms inwards. One moment she was getting wet thinking about Greg walking into the room, the next she was thinking that this would be crossing a dangerous line. Not professionally. Or even with Greg. It was a line inside of her. Maybe it would be like saying she should be subservient in the workplace? Or whatever her professional accomplishments, she was still being measured by her tits and ass? Those things were part of it, perhaps, but not the real danger. Julie couldn’t put her finger on it, but something.