And as he pulled her in, her skirt taught between her spreading legs, the slit opened to reveal the length of her leg all the way to the top of her th...gh. As she stood back up, she straightened out her skirt, remembering that hundreds of her colleagues were wandering around the hotel complex. She glanced around, as the onlookers quickly looked back down at their books. ‘Should I go put my swimsuit on, or do you wanna come upstairs with me?’ she asked, as though she didn’t know the answer.. Next you will tie your legs together at your ankles and knees and you will tieyour hands behind your back using the padlock whose key is in the block of ice.Your task is then to crawl to the ice cube. (I gather you have enough commonsense not to choose a route that will have you crawl down some stairs, Wouldn't want you to break your neck). Once you reached theblock of ice you may use your body to get the ice to melt or you may just waituntil you can reach the key. After you've freed your hands. I do a double take as I figure out it’s a balaclava. Putting it on I’m signalled to follow silently. Entering the dining room I see my naked wife is bent over the table. Her legs are strapped to the nearside table legs. Her wrists are similarly attached to the legs at the other end. Completing the picture, a pillow is under her hips, my thick leather belt is around her waist and finally our blindfold is in place.Lizzy motions me to tie her into the carver chair that she had strategically. But for us it wasn’t sex, it was lovemaking. Wonderful lovemaking, so full of emotion and caring and sharing and love. Such intensity of feelings that one would believe impossible by such a ‘remote’ connection. The next escalation was natural enough, crudely referred to as Phone Sex… for us it was lovemaking on the phone. Wonderful, but not a substitute. The phone rings. Its her, breathless, announcing that she has just been told that she is to attend a convention in New York City, near my.