I took a piss and gave her a little kiss on her lips and she told me she wasn't feeling well at all. I told her to just relax and she was just having ... hangover. I chuckled and said she was falling down drunk when she got home last night. I gave her another peck on her lips and left her taking her bath.She was in there another hour and came out with just a robe on and sat on the couch with me. I asked her if she was feeling better and she said just a little bit. I figured it wasn't the right. I pulled away from friend’s old chalet in my Mercedes convertible. While I was driving, my head was filled with the thoughts about the wild sex session I was going to share at home with Victor after his four days trip to Baltimore. I was already damp underneath my short black cocktail dress and couldn't suppress a smile when I recalled going to the ladies room during the party to take my wet thong off.I tried to call Victor to tell him to hurry and then realized that the battery was about. ” She whimpers as she pouts to me.I stand up as I feel the arousal beginning to rise within myself again. Observing her nude body, with her arms and legs secured behind her by the excess rope of the noose. Which is still around her delicate neck, helping prevent her from wriggling too much. She gets brief look of relief across her face ... As if she believes I’ve felt some form of pity or remorse. Or that I’m going to free her... I take a step forward as I grin down at her and gently reach to. “And get this room cleaned up. Seems you have not washed for days. Talk to me when you are sober.”I stood up from the bed and made my way towards the door.“Steve!” Mary called out.I turned around to look at her. She stood up and came close to me.“Thank you for checking on me. I like that,” Mary said.I nodded before opening the door and letting myself out of the room.Things changed ever since then. Mary and I met often in the library to study. For me, it was a mere revision while for Mary, who.