I don’t know what it is about being blindfolded, but I really like it.All I had to do was pretend that my name was Jane and that I had just been tie... to a bed and blindfolded by a very handsome young man. It could be any man I wanted, just to listen to the man’s voice, pretend he was the only other person in the room. Oh, and of course, my name was now Jane.And then the adventure started. I could hear a man’s voice saying, “I looked down at Jane tied to the bed. I went over and started to. She got married last year to an attractive asshole; he treats her like shit and she deserves better. She’s crumbling and losing herself in this relationship I hate to see her like that. “Jackie, don’t say that… You’re beautiful, and he has no reason to slip, and if he is then you have the right to walk away from this relationship. It may even be the best that’s ever happened to you. He doesn’t deserve you; you’re too good for him. Why can’t you see that?” I was out of. They walked past rows of shops and diners till they reached a road that seemed to run off from the main town centre. They followed it to the gate of the school. The gate itself was made of metal bars that you could see between when the gate was closed but straight after that there was a building you had to enter that blocked of the view inside the school. In fact the whole school was surrounded by a wall of buildings that blocked of the view into the school giving it a sinister look.If their. He had done a four-year tour in the Navy, got out, but I suspect he re-enlisted because there were more available dicks and asses in the Navy than in his native St. Petersburg, Florida. He was a good looking guy, very fit and masculine, and a good shipmate, but even in those days, he was openly gay. It was that he swished and cooed, but when sailors would use profanity — as they did — or say something like “Fuck me!’ or “Suck my dick!” when they were annoyed or frustrated at something they had.