He blushed guiltily. Looked up at his wife. She was very pretty. She was short and over the years become a little plump."What you thinking about over ...here?" she asked sexily."Uh, um, I was thinking about, um you." He stammered.She smiled. "I'm sorry it's been a while, but I think I can take care of that tonight" She walked over and kissed him. He kissed back guiltily, but it felt good. As they kissed his mind started to wonder back to the woman. --She sat there in the booth, texting someone,. Inspecting himself briefly in the mirror, he was pleased with what he saw. He was older now, but he was still strong, and maintained his hard muscles, and his skin was tanned from all the time sitting by the beach as he painted. He turned, and made his way out the door, feeling confident and: dare he say it? Rather sexy.As he approached Andrea’s, he realized that he was no longer nervous or apprehensive. He was determined to enjoy this unexpected evening with such a lovely lady. He. .." Sandra sobbed.He laughed at her, and said, "Oh, you might just get gagged a little later. But it won't be some pissy rag."It didn't take Sandra's master's degree in English to figure out that meaning.Relieved at avoiding being gagged with her own pee soaked blouse, Sandra concentrated on maintaining her balance while wearing the high heels. She heard her captor walk back down the stairs after he had removed her blouse and she tried to steal a glimpse of his whereabouts. The rope allowed her. We run a real prison." Shewinced. He liked that. She wasn't numb yet. He was lying about her file butshe had no way of knowing what was in it. She'd never be allowed to look inside.She definitely looked vaguely familiar. He tried to place her while they talked. "Maybe I'll be able to help you stay out of ad. seg.," he said with a magnanimoussmile, then added "depending on how cooperative you are." She looked up athim in alarm. She'd heard about things happening to people.