I had my uses as her slut. They would occasionally tie me down to the bed and tease and torment me – breast play, nipple paly and some cock teasing ...n the slut. With me always scantily but sexily dressed and made up fully for their pleasure.Then things changed.Their family circumstances and family dynamic had changed which now meant that some daytimes could be free or me to go visit dress and either chill out, chat, drink tea or maybe some playtime if time allowed for such.And so I would drop. The lower shelves were the best to view her cleavage. She was right handed, and to return a book down low, her right shoulder would drop, and I would watch her left boob bang agaist her right one as she did so. I nearly came several times, and frequently when I went home, and thought of that cleavage. Nowadays, I suppose k**s are taking pictures of librarians' cleavages.One day, I did a mean thing. I dislodged a lot of history books on the very bottom shelf and left them lying down, hoping she. Ialso heard noises. Wondering what was going on, I softly stepped downthe hallway and peeped around the corner.I suppose I should have known what was going on, seeing as James and Ihad left a half drunk Jim all alone with the horny Lieutenant. But I wasstill shocked at what I saw. Lorton had no doubt wasted little time whenboth James and I had left. They had moved from the love seat to theroomier leather couch, and Jim's dress and Lorton's clothes lay strewnabout the room, evidently torn off in. I was tired of the blind-kidnapped-girl thing and I was more comfortable with myself knowing that, even if the chance of me getting tired of her enough to let her go – or the chance that she escapes alive from my hands – is really short, I still have the option of letting her free and she wouldn't know my face.I put it on, kept only the black suit pants I was wearing and went to the sex room, where I had put her, over the bed with her hands tied behind her back. Another great thing that was.