She agreed ‘OK tell me your fantasy’. I wanted to get her hot and wet! And when I told her my fantasy I made sure that when it came to the part of...the girl it was all about her ‘you are naked’ ‘your back is arched’. When I was done telling her this latest fantasy I did not go into asking her if she would be interested (Down) I simply told her how happy I would be how much I would appreciate it and just how aggressive it would make me. She told me she had to admit that the idea was very hot to. "Simon, my hero. You did it!" she exclaimed, forcing my face into her heaving bosom with an enthusiastic hug. She rescued me from imminent risk of suffocation by releasing the hug and instead planted a large number of slobbering kisses on my face. "You're so brave, so clever, so cute," she enthused. I grunted madly. Although the praise was welcome important priorities, i.e. releasing me, were being neglected."What's up baby," she asked dolefully. "Oh. Silly me. You're still tied up aren't you?". The new guy waved Mike, the bartender, over and started a conversation“Mike, I’m Artie and I have a question for you. Are you any kind of a betting man?”Mike asked back “What kind of betting man do you mean?’Artie said “Y’know, the usual stupid bar bets; anywhere from ten bucks up to fifty, depending on the bet.”Mike smiled. “I’ve been known to place a wager or two over the bar. What do you have in mind?”Artie replied “Okay. For fifty, I bet you that I can bite my right eye.”Mike thought this. Jack noticed as well, but didn’t seem to care. At least he didn’t act like he cared. The straw that broke the camel’s back came when Brad asked me if I wanted to come into his room and play some CoD. Which was something that he’d never done before. “Sure.” I answered too quickly. “Uh, Brad, go on ahead.” Mom said as she got up from the kitchen table. “Sam will be there shortly.” Brad gave me a quick worried look but left for his room. “Sam, what the shit?” mom immediately hissed as soon.