The next weekend, we went out for a team party. In the party, John had come to me and was asking if I was married to Swapna and other questions. I tol... him that she is just a colleague and a friend.This made him comfortable and was giving me hints indirectly that he likes her and want to have sex. He was ready to pay me for that. I told him that she would not be interested, but he gave me an idea on how to execute the plan. He came to our hotel the next weekend.Before he entered, he had given. John looked around the edge of the doorway and in the corner of the room.There he saw Becky tied to a chair naked. Her arms were slung over the back of the chair and tied behind her to the leg support. Her legs were threaded through the armrests and her ankles tied to the front legs. This held her bare pussy wide open and exposed and she was unable to close her legs. Her beautiful tits were bound with ropes so they stuck out lewdly and her nipples were already hard and erect. Her panties had. " I looked at the wet puddle on the floor. "Did he use you again?" Don't lay it on too thick, I told myself.A long stream of profanity - surprisingly good - preceded her answer. "He's a sick bastard! What kind of man gets his kicks from fucking a helpless woman!"Hmmmm. That would be me, I told myself. My first introduction to bondage was far beyond anything I would ever have imagined. I unclipped her wrists from her ankles, and she fell back on her mat, with her arms and legs twitching. ’ The phone beeped. ‘I have a call coming in, sweetie,’ Patrick said. ‘Probably my boss finally remembering to tell me where this load’s going. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, or online later if I stop early enough. Okay?’ ‘Okay. Drive safe.’ ‘Always. Bye.’ ‘Bye.’ The call disconnected, and Hayley closed her cell. She closed her eyes for a moment and could feel Patrick’s arms around her, his lips against hers. It had been two weeks since they’d seen each other, he’d been on the road or visiting his.