As I pull off thehelmet and shake out my hair, take off the causality suit and strip outof my (also ill fitting) clothes, I notice my colleagues are a...lstaring. It's one thing to check in out of worry, but now they're justbeing a bunch of perverts. I can file a complaint with HR later, though.Right now I want to get out of here. I cover myself as best I can withone arm and shoo them away with the other. Modesty and shame quicklykick in and they avert their eyes.Alright, time for a more thorough. "Again, Michelle nodded."I bet you want me to tickle you!" Jeff said.The bound girl screamed 'No!' into her gag before Jeff's fingers attacked the exposed soles of her feet. Peals of laughter erupted from her as she writhed and bucked to try to get away from him. Michelle had always been super ticklish, something she tried to hide from her boyfriends. Now Jeff was taking full advantage of it mercilessly."Had enough?" Jeff asked after a bit, allowing Michelle to catch her breath.Panting, the. "And coffee. Not as good as OURS, but still good." Then get that cute little butt dressed, cutie! I shall give you pancakes!"I got up on one side of the bed, she on the other, and we bumped pleasantly getting clothes out of compact drawers and closets. She finished tying her shoes and stood up, a doll in jeans and an orange Auburn sweatshirt. The dark blue watchcap she pulled down to her ears set her hair off."Oh, that's CUTE," I laughed.Twinkly eyes and a grin. "Mister Bill would like it," she. For me, I didn't go over to a friend's house just to stay up late, watch movies, play video games, and eat pizza until the early hours. I initially had thought that but my first time sleeping over turned into many first times.....I was thirteen when I had my first sleepover. It was a youth group event, where there were two boys (me included) and three girls ( at one of the girl's house ). We were all in 7th grade at that time and had known each other for a couple of years. I was excited because.