I loved working with the Boy Scout troop. I was an assistant scoutmaster, having turned eighteen a few months prior. I had been with that troop since ...he first grade; being forced to leave would hurt more than a little. I took another step. I told myself what I was doing was for the best. I sat on the stair I had just left. I was a few steps from the bottom of the staircase. I sat for a few minutes, gathering my strength. My cat walked up and I sat for a few seconds scratching his head. I. ” I tell her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and remembering all the fun we had together. Do you remember that night in my kitchen?” she asks me with that laugh of hers that I love. “Of course I do. Damn that was fun. I remember that night like it was yesterday.” I tell her with a sigh remembering that night. See it wasn’t long after our little restroom adventure that I was over at her house. I will say there is one good thing about seeing a married. He ordered me “Strip” and I complied as he also fully disrobed. “Get your handcuffs” he ordered. I was getting wetter while rummaging through the back of the closet. The though got to me. I return, he is fully erect and pointing straight out in front. I’m grabbed and spun around, I feel the Velcro go tight on my wrists as they are bound behind my back. Another strap is produced, this is leather with snaps. It goes around my neck and is attached to the bridge between the Velcro cuffs. . I told that all basic things are already available in this house, what’s such thing that she can not do away with 2 weeks. To which her answered shocked me and she bluntly told that she had forgotten to bring her undergarments and she can not spend days with a single pair washed in the evening and worn in the morning.To this I crushed the expression of my surprise and nodded with same sincerity which she had told this. The next 2 days went normal, and there was now no ice between the three of.