After a second or two, I started to move my hands back together."Stop. I haven't given you permission to cover up yet. You're right, they are very pre...ty, and look quite firm." Cynthia's hand moved into the opening of my shirt, and cradled my right breast in her palm. She lifted it a little, as if weighing it, and then squeezed it, gently at first, then more firmly. As shocked as I was, I couldn't help the ragged breath and low moan that came from my throat. As she fondled my breast, she looked. .." So, what changed...?" I couldn't help wanting you still... and you were willing to come."I nodded. "Not one of my brightest moments looking back." She lookedhurt at that. "Look... I forgive you for that part, I honestly havegotten some good out of it. No worries about finding a job or a newplace to live... I just hate that I can't do what I love here."She nodded. "I hate that too." She leaned over and squeezed me in ahug. "I'm so proud of you for today. The way you saved that baby'slife!. He almost ran to the bathroom. I knew he is going to jerk off and I was a little disappointed by that. But suddenly his phone beeped with a message. I picked up his phone. It was a junk message.My curiosity grew I tried to explore his pic gallery and his WhatsApp messages. But did not find anything interesting there. Suddenly I opened his internet browser and checked the history. I saw some raunchy sites he has opened just recently. I clicked one and an image of a hot woman posing her ass came. “Good girl, we'll be back in a bit ok.” With that we headed up to Stevens bedroom, looking around, it seemed pretty normal, nothing struck me as odd, until that is, Steven pulled a small spool of rope from under the bed. “So, do you know anything about this?” “No... Are you sure this wont hurt her.” I was very nervous by this point, remembering all the things I'd seen of people tied up in awkward positions. “She'll be fine, I'll teach you some basic things and I promise that it doesn't hurt,.