She pulls away and takes your hand. Letting her guide you across the floor, you begin frantically pulling at the buttons on your shirt. She softly chu...kles and pushes your hands away. It’s obvious she’s the one who’s going to be in charge. Your breath is a tangle of confusion and excitement. Your heart vibrates in your throat. Every movement she makes is filled with purpose. Words have no place here. Time has no meaning. Only you and she exist in the exotic world she created. Sitting you down. My legs spread and tied tightly to the cold metal bed frame. The ropes between my thighs resting against my lips grow moist. Abandoned, alone in a dark room. Vulnerable in a position meant to welcome only Him.I moan, I twist, I turn. Relentlessly I strive for freedom. With each pull the knots between my legs tighten, pulling on my pussy lips making them damper and hungry for Him. A silk handkerchief wrapped tightly around my eyes make it impossible to see. Darkness surrounds. Wait, I hear a. The generosity of the camp’s owners had seen Keith being given a new canoe to complete his original, summer holiday quest. That quest was to traverse the Waikato River from the Karapiro Dam up behind the little township of Cambridge in the Waikato district down to Port Waikato on the west coast of the North Island of New Zealand. It was a journey of about 142 kilometres to be taken over about 5 to 7 days at the most.Keith had started his adventure last Monday but only got a few hours into it. . and my friends’ moms. It’s not embarrassing.”In our basement bedroom, we girls were gathering clothes to take into the shower while Brett was doing much the same.Liya told him, “At some point in the future, you’ll share the shower with us, rather than being relegated to showering by yourself. We’d like that point to come about much, much sooner rather than later, but this is how it must be, but just for now.”He looked stunned, but gathered himself and responded, “I can’t even imagine how.