She was tired of falling for boys. It was time she had a real man. In no time she was in southern Cal and moving into a nice two bedroom apartment in...an upper middle class neighborhood. The package they offered was even better than she had expected and so she could afford to splurge a little. “Tomorrow I will begin a brand new career,” she thought as she crawled alone beneath her covers. Alone at least, except for the captivating sound of Mike’s voice that would stimulate her mind and wet her. I take the para cord out and tie it around one of her ankles, pull it tight, and tie it off to a doorknob to the side of her. I then tie another length of cord around her other ankle, loop it thru the stair’s railing and cut the ziptie off her ankles. Once her ankles are free of the ziptie, I pull the cord going thru the railing tight, and wishbone her legs apart. Now she is completely helpless and can’t fight anything I do to her. With the family secured, I go searching the house for items. He took the hint, squeezing the tit that was in his hand.I knew Jarrett would be too shy to take my shirt off, so I did it for him. We kissed more while Jarrett squeezed my tits over my lacy bra. I let out a loud moan into him mouth when Jarrett finally slipped his hands under my bra to touch the flesh of my titties. I figured he wouldn’t know how to get it off, so I reached behind me releasing the clasp. I kissed Jarrett harder as he grabbed at my breasts.I pulled his shirt off and kissed his. " Really? Who is he?" George Belfield. I'm Claire Belfield."Mr. Phelps hesitated. "Well I might know him. He's in the insurance business, isn't he?"Mrs. Belfield laughed. "Very much so." I'm certainly grateful for the support of your family." Oh yes, George and I will certainly vote for you." That's wonderful."His eyes were on her breasts again.On East 65th Street Mr. and Mrs. Phelps Phelps were about to retire for the night. Their bedroom had twin beds. They sat facing each other, Mr. Phelps.