At first I can’t figure out what it is. Dizzy with lust I need to entangle myself from my dirty fantasies and find my way back to reality. Okay – ...’m in my bed – naked underneath the thin duvet.Knock, knock.At last I get it: Someone’s knocking on my door. I shake my head – imagine I could be that lust, plain and simple, could mess up my mind like that. A crimson silk bathrobe lies across my chair. I reach for it as I get up and put in on. My hair is still a bit of a mess, but so what?I open the. ...I got a call from my wife at work and she asked could I do her a favor because she couldn’t get out of work in time. My wife wanted to know if I could go to her daughters house to watch the k**s for an hour until she got home from work as her husband was working too. I, of course, said yes immediately and when it was time left my office for their house. As soon as I got there I knew something was up, the babysitters car wasn’t there and hers was! I wasn’t sure what to make of it so I. I started to demolish the inside of the house. I had the house rewired, painted inside and outside, new roof, new carpet and flooring, new appliances, and new furniture. It helped to work for a very large general contractor. We had tons of stuff in a couple of warehouses. Most of the stuff was brand new, or installed and then removed. I got what I needed from the warehouse, paying pennies on the dollar for the items that I took. I completed everything and she moved in on the first of. She had no idea how long she'd been asleep or even if it had been sleep at all. The overload of pain must have caused her to faint. The tying up by itself had not been bad; Angique had whispered sweet things while kissing her and caressing her body, all the while expertly looping and twisting the silk cords — tying off her tits and thighs, while pulling hard on the slip knots. It all went smooth and quick; there had been no time to fear claustrophobia; she'd even felt comfortable.The tight.