I hoped she would join me but instead, I discovered as I stepped out of the shower, she had driven down the road and bought some more booze and ice. �...�I don’t trust you to behave while I shower, Bryan. So sit down in that chair and let me tie you up.” She then walked to her overnight bag and pulled out padded leather cuffs and smiled over at me. “Why look, somehow these just happened to get in my things! This should do the trick!” She had me disrobe and then she handcuffed me behind my back and. No mention was made of Jamil's colour but she made it quite clear he wasn't a suitable boy for me. All I could do was cry and Jamil only stuttered a few apologies.As it turned out, his parents had returned while we were doing the homework so Jamil was able to dress and escape. Mother continued to berate me but I largely shut it out. When daddy came home, he had to listen to several recitals of my misdeeds, misdeeds that seemed to grow with each telling. At least I was able to explain what. He rose from the ground wearily and languidly. He put a hand out as if letting the Pilgrim know he was really awake this time. He talked in low Helican, the commoners tongue, with signs of exasperation in his face and a disgruntled voice:"I'm up. I'm up, you heartless driver. Don't you get tired? Don't you need to sleep? I guess you're used to this sort of thing. When will we be getting there? Do you really know or are we wandering aimlessly? You still don't understand a single word I'm saying,. When the night came I wasn't sure what she'd decided, whether I would be taking pics of her doing normal stuff or if she was going to be daring. I thought at least I'd get was to see the finished product. That said, she was always quite shy and reserved so I didn't think she would do much!. Anyway, the night came and we met up. After a few drinks and some normal catching up chat we finally got onto the ideas. It turned out she wanted to do some sexy pics but needed a few drinks to admit it to.