I would never do that." Don't be so hasty Dave. Chantelle is not like me. She would only submit to someone she wanted to submit to and he would have t... be someone whom she loved and trusted. You are so certain that she is beyond your reach and out of your class that you don't see what is staring you in the face." Oh! And what would that be Miss Smarty pants?" Dave said, and there was a touch of anger in his voice."Chantelle loves you Dave. She has always loved you as a friend. Since her husband. . Master Lees?" Cadence burst out. "Is sh ... he well?" Well and expecting you. Has been expecting you for five years, though I'd guess you were no more than a child when he last saw you." Tell us, Mister Khan. How do you happen to know Master Lees and the Minstrel's Traveling Show?" I asked."Well, that's a story for the fireside. We're unlikely to be disturbed here. It is known as a safety rest. Let's make camp and share stories and songs." I hesitated. "I assure you, tomorrow you will catch. She let her ass lower to the floor. He stood up and walked around her, his feet silent on the short carpet. Her ankles were wound with several loops of rope, just as her wrists had been. This time, after her ankles were tied together, she felt him wrap the rope tightly up her calves and thighs, securely fusing her legs together. She felt the heat rising between her legs, trapped between her thighs and fanned by the frustration of knowing she wouldn’t be touched there until he finally. "Are you leaving?" Sam's sleepy voice asked."Yes. I'll be back as soon as I can," Amy answered.About two hours later Amy slid back in bed and snuggled up to Sam."Got it?" Sam asked in her sleepy voice."Got it," Amy answered and snuggled closer to Sam kissing her.They both fell back to sleep.The next evening they were parked just down the street from the two-story apartment building that Alex lived in. This building housed four apartments, two on each floor. Alex's apartment was on the second.