When he did, I asked if I could buy him a drink - the oldest line in the book, but it worked. He agreed, and we sat on barstools in a corner. It was d...rk and a little quieter there. He seemed confident and relaxed as we talked. His name was Steven and he said he lived in the neighborhood. I was having trouble concentrating on his words; I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips, which were full and sexy. Each time he took a swig from his beer bottle, I watched them part and caught a glimpse of. Now, I want you to lift your dress and slide your panties down. There, that’s good. Now, that’s not much of a habit, is it? A contraband dress, what brought that on, eh?“Have you been having dates, maybe an affair, behind the back of your imaginary husband, Jesus Christ? Some hubby that is. Won’t provide for you, won’t sleep with you, and won’t divorce you if you cheat. He might send you to Hell for it, though, if he was real. Luckily for you, he’s a myth. So, who’s the lucky fella?” Julian. She then spreads them further, lifting my arms so I can grasp my ankles. She then binds my wrists to my ankles. I have never been like this before. I am utterly vulnerable, open, submissive and abandoned. And I have a full view of my audience and their reactions. It is delicious. My cock and balls are still constrained. I am asked to comment on my situation. I do so honestly, and excitedly. "This might be a nice way to introduce your slave to your friends," she comments."Let's take this. .I...” Brook’s anger suddenly melted into sadness. She buried her hands in her face and sobbed, “Damn, damn them all!” She stood up and ran out of the room. Sprinting down the stairs and out of the front door, she put her face in her hands and cried bitterly on the front porch.Will rested on the cold ground by that river. He was exhausted, and every fiber of his being begged for rest. As he lay on the ground, he saw a rustle in the bushes. Still de-sensitized from his earlier experience, he.