“How did you do that?” “You were making what is called a Granny Knot,” he explained. “You used right-over-left for both the starting knot an... the bow. Whichever way you do the bow, you need to do the starting knot the other way. It makes the bow sit straight and it does not come undone so easily, either.” “Thank you so much,” I said, the gratitude I felt seemed out of proportion to his assistance, but I love lace-up and ankle strap shoes with bows so much and I’m so disappointed at how they. He had seen her up in the diner with her friends but hadn’t dared to approach her again.She had some weird effect on his libido whenever he was near her. He thought back to when he had first met her at the meeting. She had affected him even then. It was those magnetic eyes and the way they had bored into his. He even remembered the feel of her eyes as he had walked up to the podium. It had felt like she was caressing his arse.When he had walked back towards her, she had watched him the whole. Two margaritas were quickly made and devoured."Are you nervous?" I asked."Very, but I really want to be in control of this. I am not sure how I am going to handle you with another person so I want full reign on what happens." I can live with that...at the very least I will get to fuck you with another girl in the room." Obviously I wanted more, but my thinking was that once things got going there would be no boundaries and Liz would be down for some of the dirtiest sex of our lives.I honestly. Technically, the difference was trivial; it was only a matter of changing the amount of time between when I slipped her the aphrodisiac and when I unzipped my fly. But the association formed in her brain was very different. These new encounters would reinforce in her subconscious mind the notion that she should get hot whenever I indicated a desire to fuck her. And, as usual, the Pavlov drug was making her very receptive to these sorts of associations.Initially, she was always hesitant to go.