As we chatted, I became aware of the growing moistness in my panties. I vaguely wondered if I could get this high-powered guy to leave his office midd...y and come to me. My mind raced through excuses or reasons that could allow him to leave his office midday for even just a few moments of shared passion… Perhaps, I thought, a shower or blowjob could lure him from his brightly lit office to join me on a gray day, a day that seemed to beg one to could to crawl back into bed. The imagery of my new. His shorts were pulled down to his ankles and his shirt was cut away from his body. He was now completely naked except for the panties and collar. The door opened and he was jerked forward again. He was drug down a staircase into a colder room. He felt deep carpet pad his feet. The woman, or at least he assumed it was a woman, placed him beside a table. The thumb-cuffs were unlocked and removed from the collar. His hands stayed perfectly still though. Methodically, leather straps went around. I could tell that they would still be fragile but I'd just have to be careful.Lunch had come and gone by the time I returned, but my mates had saved me a few tidbits. They were very curious about what I was bringing back with me and so I set them down near our hut and told them what they were."You mean after you get them hot in the fire they will stay that way?" Katia asked."Maybe. We'll just have to see what happens. If the mud was the right type, and if I let them dry enough before firing. Worried, she knocks again. Still no reply.“Grandma?” She asks.Nothing.That’s odd.Red frowns thoughtfully to herself. Oh well, She thinks. Better go see what’s wrong.Knowing where the spare key is, she takes it and unlocks the front door – her first mistake. It creaks open and Red steps into a darkened sitting room.“Grandma?” She asks softly.“Over here,” Says a raspy old voice.Thinking her grandma isn’t feeling well, sick perhaps, Red dutifully follows the voice up a flight of stairs and to her.