We are booked solid for the next two months and really need your help.”I load the trailer attached to the golf cart after I make a rude comment abou... Jenny’s excess luggage as Jenny smirks and Mrs. Walker chuckles. We get loaded up and head out.“Your cabin is ready and your employee shirts are in your rooms along with your nametags.” The place does look packed. The beach is full of bikinis in all shapes and sizes. A smorgasbord for the horny teenage boy. “Jenny, Sylvia wants you to meet her at. He keeps me in a bra and pantyhose most of the time, barefoot for the most part, but when I'm restrained and standing I must be wearing high heels. My hands are always bound. Always. If I need assistance, I must call the woman he's hired as a live-in "attendant" if he happens to be out of the house.Tonight I'm on the couch, sitting on my knees, my ankles bound to my thighs. My arms are folded behind me, wrists tied together with two big belts wrapped around my chest and stomach. Pantyhose. “I don’t know…maybe I do, a little…I guess I haven’t really thought about it much until we started talking about it…” she replies, giving him another shy little smile. “Although…there is this guy at work…” she admits. “So, you like this dude at work…why don’t you go out with him?” J.J. replies encouragingly. “He asked me to go out with him, but I said no. I can’t! I’m married!” Alison responds in an earnest voice. “You don’t have to have sex with the dude…just go out and have some fun!” the. Should I really keep thinking about this? Maybe I should ignore it, and hope it goes away &hellip, Yeah, right. I needed an idea, and I needed one now. I didnt want to just pounce on the boy and risk him freaking out, but I wanted to see if he felt the same about me. After rummaging through almost every piece of clothing I have, I decided on a very short-cut yellow top, no bra, and the tightest pair of shorts I could find. This would let me know if he at least found me attractive. I looked into.