The next day the doorbell rang. Tom was at work in the morning again. She went to the door and again Jack pushed his way in and stood with arms akimbo...staring at her. Today she was wearing a sun dress. She blushed with the waves of lust that passed through her, but she was not going to do anything. She swore it to herself. Jack said, "Lay your ass down on the couch. Pull up you dress. Do it, cunt!" She stood her ground. She was not following orders this time. He picked her up by the waist and. ” I followed her into the kitchen and sat down and watched her fix the coffee. We continued to talk about yesterday’s gathering and how good it was to get everyone together etc. I was already wondering what she had on under that robe, if anything. I felt a slight tingle in my pants and continued to chat and stare. She sat down across from me and we sipped our coffee and talked. After a couple of minutes I noticed her robe had come undone at the top and I could see her breasts dangling. And to get less careful in keeping the robe (bought for May's more ample figure) entirely closed as I helped gather the dirty dishes and as we moved through to the sitting room.Another glass of wine went down well and I began to feel tired again. I knew I should call Dave - let him know what was happening, that I was going to need more time away, if only to sort out the practicalities - and the even more organised side of my mind was already making lists of things that needed to be done with. ‘Martha, I’m going to untie your wrists. Do not fight me at all. It will hurt much worse if you do.’ ‘Please don’t hurt me. I love you. Please untie me.’ ‘I’m tired of listening to you beg and plead. The next time you speak anything except thank you or a request for more I will hurt you.’ She looked at me but didn’t speak. ‘Much better.’ I untied her wrists and then tied one wrist with the rope. I hung that arm over the side of the table and told her to hold it right there. I walked around the.