The person on top of me was definitely a man. Because he told me not to bother trying to get away. He said he tied me up tight. Now the room was dark,...he never flip the light on. I could tell that he was wearing Leather Pants and A Leather Vest. Also he wore Leather Gloves, I know this because his hand was over my mouth. Preventing me from yelling for help. Others smells wear his cologne, which was quite nice, and the smell of liquor on his breath.His Leather was stretching a lot, I could her. It is also well known that Triad does not skimp in training its personnel."I'm Lyle Barnhart. But you already know that. I have a couple things I wanted to discuss with you. First, can we get comfortable? We will need a reader, and if you have something to drink, I can take refreshments, while you review an information chip. This will keep us both busy for a little while," he said with an engaging grin.Damn! I had been remiss in not offering him anything when he came in. I apologized for not. She also told them, they had to change my mind. They confronted me in my home office, so I called it all up from my memory and started talking."Our judicial system was leaning toward giving the driver what I considered to be a slap on the wrist. Due to an error on the part of the police and paramedics, the ADA could not file the charges that were warranted, so the best the ADA could manage would result in a 5-year prison term. The asshole and his lawyer were trying to broker a deal with the ADA. "Oh, come ON. Who's interested in BUTTS?" she'd ask.She knew the answer. Me. Often it was evident that as some reward or sign of affection, she'd honor my fetish. She'd suddenly sit in my lap, squirm for a moment, and then run away, laughing. Once, when running from the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties, she met me (ever watchful) in the hall. Before disappearing into her room, she suddenly pointed her back side at me and bent way over. Her already brief panties almost disappeared in.