I had to smile. Dan had done a super job in tying his wife to the bed. She was not going to get out of those bindings very easily or at all. Helen ...elled with all the authority she could muster in her voice: “untie me, untie me!” This only turned me on even more knowing she was now feeling a little anxious and was just so vulnerable and exposed as she tried to escape, wriggling her hips, and there was fuck all she could do about it. I luved the way her hairy pussy was wriggling around. This is my opportunity to show her that a real man respects her boundaries and the agreement we made. I promised to abide by the agreement when I asked her to the prom. I'm not going to break that promise." You're cool, Lamar." Are you available Friday for a little date, Brian?" Candace asked. It was Saturday afternoon and there were fifteen of us in the attic with books spread out in front of us. There'd been a bit of chatter about the upcoming prom when everybody got there, but we recognized. Boards had resounded under their feet, and she had had a feeling of space around her, as if she might be on the stage of a theater, just before she was put into this windowless little cubicle. She took it to be an actor's dressing room, although it certainly wasn't what you would call glamorous... just a table with a mirror and a few pots of makeup on it, a rickety chair, a wash basin and a cot with a plastic chamber pot under it.There was no lock on the door, but before he left her alone. “Good one Abby. I promise I’ll drink more water during my games.”Brad noticed Scott Warren nearby, facing the wall and taking a quick swig from a small flask. He came by to offer his appreciation to him again and wasn’t very steady on his feet.“Oh man, you smell like a distillery!” Brad said, fanning Scott’s breath away.“You don’t know what I’m going through at home,” he justified.“I thought I could smell booze on you at our hockey game too.”“Just leave me alone!” He grumbled and walked off.