. kinky, okay?" Promise," Heather nodded. "Although it might be fun to leave you tied to the bed while I called down for room service." You wouldn't!"...I said, my eyes I'm sure growing as wide as silver dollars."You were going to leave me in the bedroom and watch a baseball game on television," Heather huffed, while I burst into laughter."I was not," I laughed."You said you were," she replied."You were naked, dripping wet for me... how could any man leave that behind?" You mean it?" she asked,. Her hand moved beneath my vest top her fingers playing along the lines of my abs. My hand slid down her arm onto her hip and then her firm ass, feeling it beneath her dress. I gently massaged the sensitive area between her ass cheek and thigh. She purred softly again, her hand moving up along the inside of my thigh. I looked around remembering we were not alone. But the carriage was less than half full and no one appeared to be paying us any attention. Her hand was moving underneath the front. He pats the table, "Up here, on your hands and knees." She gets up without any other prompting, she knows if she tries to fight it will only make it worse. He spreads her legs as far as they will go and straps them down. He places her arms into a sleeve that he cinches closed and the straps that down as well. She test the restraints a little and sees that she could not lay down even if she tried. Next he rolls over a device that looks like a lie detector. He starts to connect the machine to. The letter was from the same man, my father. I opened the letter and began reading it. The letter read:Dear Sheryl,It has been 18yrs and you still have not granted me the opportunity to visit with my son, I am writing to inform you I will be in town for a few days and would really love to set up a time to meet with him. I think he should know who his father is. You kept me out of his life for this long and enough is enough.Thomas J.All has been confirmed….This was my father, the man that talked.