Either he’d tie you so tight that he’d cut off the circulation and your arms and legs would fall off, or fuck it all up and not do it right at all... What’s the point of being tied up if you’re not really tied up? And where would they get all the dildos, gags, whips and other stuff those guys on the site use?”“So I’d be a quadriplegic? You know sometimes I wish I’d never told you my dad still spanks me.”“You mean you wish you’d never told me you got off on it,” Tracey laughed. “Then I woulda. " I didn't say I had a good plan. I'm still working on it, okay? Come on, let's go." They walked up to the covered porch, which was flanked by two enormous, sculpted hedges.Liv rang the doorbell. Several minutes later, a man wearing a red smoking jacket and flannel, checkered pajama pants opened the door. He was carrying a pipe, which emitted a pleasant smell."Olivia, my dear, how good to see you! I thought you were dead! I read all about it in the paper," the man said with a slight British. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones.It was July I think, I visited Pune. She was sweet. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride back home; we made out in the lift. We were watching some movie after everyone had gone to sleep and she reached over and smooched me. It was a slobbery and sloppy kiss. I jumped at her t-shirt, and my hands found her erect nipples. I ground them until she moaned, “you dog.” That was that. My other hand snaked straight down her. It felt good. In my limited experience, I had always been the one who made the moves. Here was a girl who knew what she wanted and she was out to get it. I lifted my chair and moved closer to her. She could now reach my crotch and she took advantage of it.Just then a waitress came out to our table. The table was in a small room by itself. We had arrived early so there were very few patrons in at that time. “Debbie has recommended this for you tonight.” The waitress offered us both a list. I ran.