Reflecting back, our first meeting was extreme by most standards; it was pretty typical for the sorts of encounters that we've come to share however. ... remember very vividly that first Friday evening as we dined at a cute little bistro on the river. Arriving early, he was nervous and fidgeting as he sat at the bar waiting not so patiently. I arrived exactly on time with my usual flair that turned heads when I walked in. I made sure to exaggerate my moves, sway my hips accented by the click of. I couldn't help but notice that Betty seemed to be showing rather more of her breasts than the night before even though she was wearing the same nighty. She also had her wine on the coffee table and kept bending over to get it and put it back down, each time, dropping the neckline open exposing her boobs to the edge of her pink nipples. I opened the second bottle of wine and was standing over Betty, pouring her glass as she looked up to me looking down at her mostly-exposed breasts. "Oops, I'm. After a long, slow session, she writhed under him and around him. Then she slept cuddled in his arms. Although they each visited the bathroom during the night, he was awake enough to pull her back into his arms, and she was willing enough to come. He was still holding her when the alarm rang.When he wanted to return to bed after shaving, though, she was already up. “We’re heading for early classes,” she said. “Control yourself, can’t you.” He did get to share a shower with her, though. She was. A blindfold went over his eyes shortly after that and then he felt his legs being tied up, leaving him spread eagle and his hands restrained behind his back.“I'll be back, slut, why don't you wait there for a while,” she said with wicked hints dripping in her voice.How long he was laying there blind, helpless, and alone, Eric didn't know. He was confused and a little frightened and, to his astonishment, hard as a rock. He never thought this kind of treatment would turn him on but he had to.