I started the conversation by commenting how nice the day had been when I left or work. Bethany replied back by saying that the funny thing about the ...eather is that it can change instantly. I thought in my head that life was much the same way because Bethany and I were living proof.We continued to walk through the neighborhood as the storm raged on around us. Bethany eventually told me that she was frozen and asked if we could head back home. I reluctantly agreed that we should go back, and we. I tied her up with a wire that I found in the room to the bed. I stuffed my kerchief in her mouth and gagged her. I could see some surprise and shock in her eyes. I took off her clothes and got her naked. She was trying to say something but couldn’t. I pinched her nipples and twisted them hard. She closed her eyes in pain but her mind was elsewhere. I removed the kerchief from her mouth. She took a deep breath and shockingly asked, “This is exactly how I was tortured in hostel. How do you do. She said sorry for touching me. I said its okay and asked her name. Her name was Reshma and she was fair with marks of lipstick still on her lips, with a white T-shirt, which read I am Sucker. She saw me for a minute and went somewhere. She came back after 10 mins and then again jumped to the top berth this time switching of the light. I wanted to sleep but could not was thinking of her boobs and her bums. At around 11:30 pm one hand came from the top and fell on my shoulders to my surprise. I. In truth it was probably a good thing I’d had the last three days to recover as I could hardly walk after Friday nights and Sunday morning’s love making sessions before he left. Though now as I was mostly recovered and I couldn’t wait for my big, strong Daddy to get home. He’d called earlier to say he would be arriving later today and I couldn’t seemed to control how wet my pussy was growing in anticipation. After about an hour I couldn’t take it anymore and stripped down naked, lying in his.