“I’m sure I can think of something to do for you within these next couple hours.”As I said this, I took off my other spaghetti strap and lifted ...y tank top over my head. My tits bounced from the movement and my bikini barely held my breasts in. It was hot inside the elevator and beads of sweat were already rolling down my chest and between my cleavage. All Trevor could do was watch in awe. I could tell he wasn’t sure if this was really happening to him. I grabbed hold of my long pleated skirt. As you grew up you reminded me of my brother and you were a constant reminder of the fact that I failed to save his life. I knew what was wrong with James and how it worried him. A week before James killed himself he talked to me about how he saw no future for himself. I didn't understand him properly and agreed that he had no future. The next time he was alone he slashed his wrists. I was the one who found him sitting in a bath of blood. I found out later that. It was a bondage table of some sort made of white steel that looked very medical in nature. Sue remembered seeing it up close and it had straps, various mount points for attaching things and could incline to various angles. The table was in near vertical position currently. Cindy stood in front of it with her feet apart and her arms stretched up like she was strapped to the table. She had a short skirt on, despite the season and snow outside, and it rose up high enough that her skimpy white. I requested him that we visit him some day. He agreed and the next day only he fixed the meeting time during lunch break. I was getting excited and the thought of going to her office made me fill with joy. The next day I took my friend and went to their office. It was their lunch time too. We met his friend who took us to their cafeteria. I was continuously looking for her but could not spot her. We finished our lunch and he took us to his cabin and there I saw her sitting on a PC and working..