I would only get to be along for the ride if I could do as I was told.I felt him move away again and return a few seconds later. That was when I felt ...he fabric wrapping around first one wrist and then the other. I gave an experimental pull when he was done, but it was obvious that he had used… something to tie my hands where they were.“You look tense. Are you ok? I thought you might like what I have planned for you, but if not, you need to say something, Delaine.”Was I ok? Nobody had ever tied. I lifted his t shirt over his head and pulled his pants the rest of the way down. Julie then lowered her head and licked his shaft from top to bottom. I rubbed my hand over his muscular chest and heard him gasp as Julie took him all the way in her mouth. His ex rarely gave him blow jobs. Only when she had had a few drinks. And even then she didn't do it for long.By now I had one hand on his chest and the other cupping his balls while Julie bobbed up and down. His face was one of pure. It was made of wood and metal and had a lot of wheels and levers on it. I thought nothing of it at the time. There was a spotlight above it that shone a bright circle of light around the stage. Someone brought me a wine and I forgot about the stage for a while. Two guys, who seemed to be club managers or maybe motel managers, came over and told me they wanted to show me something. They took me up on the stage right next to the wood structure. As I got closer I could begin to see what it was and. Now at the end of a long day in the middle of October, Charlie was in his office thinking about relaxation. His desk was clean and in ten minutes the driver provided by the firm would have the Cadillac waiting for him on Broad Street. Charlie pulled the telephone toward him, lifted the receiver and dialed a number."Garage," a voice on the line said."This is Mr. Desmond. Tell Dugan I'm using a taxi this evening. Tell him I'll see him in the morning as usual." Yes, Mr. Desmond."And that was that..