Out of curiosity you move your arm and find that your arm is secured to the bed, the realisation that you are blindfolded and being tied to your bed, ...s partly scary but so much more arousing, so much so that you have already moved your other arm into a similar position, wishing it to be secured also.“See you like the thought of being bound to your bed Jane, are you looking forward to being unable to move or resist?? ““Yesss Maaaster” your reply is stilted as the fear and excitement of what is. I started to think how odd it was that my mother was a photographer, and yet I think that there were only a few pictures of the family in the house. Their house definitely seemed a lot more cozy than mine. "Bekah, is that you?" I heard a woman's voice from somewhere in the house. "Uh, yeah. It's me." Sortof, I thought as I said the words aloud. "Well, hurry up and get ready, dinner is almost ready and you know how your dad is about not being late for the game!" "Um, OK. But I have to meet. It had to be thought out, it had to be appropriate, it had to be perfect. But he didn’t have enough time to think. He was panicking, worrying, desperately trying to come up with an idea. No matter how hard he tried to think, he just couldn’t come up with anything. After a while, he figured that a good place to start would probably be the gift shop on the corner of the street he and Adam were now on. It was a pokey little shop which he very rarely visited but he thought that it might at least. "You want to scream?" I asked."What?" she asked, "You want me to scream?" Be my guest," I told her, "Then you just say the word and I'll just screw you for maybe two minutes and then you can go home, ok?" No!" she wailed as knelt down and ran my fingers over her hairless belly, "Please," she added as I laconically eased a finger tip between her moist soft pink lower lips."Dammit you're juiced up, gee you want it!" I snorted, "Oh my what a total slut," It's not like that!" she protested."Sure,".