I put my hands behind his head and murmured to him, my voice soft, low, husky with the sexuality that was filling my body, "Yes, thats it Tommy, kiss ...nd suck on my panties. They taste and feel so good." And he did. God. It felt so good to feel his warm mouth pressed to that tiny band that barely covered my pussy lips. His warm breath, almost a pant, was fanning my crotch and sending little tremors over my body. I pulled his mouth more firmly against my panties, telling him how wonderful it. There was a spatter of blood, but nothing life-threatening. Then she opened her eyes, and he bitterly regretted admiring the twin cones of her tunic-clad breasts. She was pointing a recoil-pistol directly at him.So, I finally resign myself to spending the rest of my life alone, with no one to spend my royalty checks on. And what happens? At a book signing I was starting to doze off while some or other local dipshit droned on about what an honor it was to have me there. Some honor. Suppressing a. Her wildest dream had come true. She had been bound and gagged by a friend. This was her ultimate fantasy. It was about 15 minutes later when she heard a loud crack of breaking wood and then the door open. Something about that noise didn't sound right, she thought. Why would RB have returned so soon. I knew she took my car, I hope she didn't have any problem. Miss F was becoming stiff from being tied so completely. That's funny, she thought, what was that loud wood-like crack before the door. "Could I have a coke?" She was still shy."Of course you can. Look. Why don't you sit down over there and guard my beer while I get it and pick up a menu at the same time?"She smiled gratefully at him and did as he suggested. He joined her a couple of minutes later."Well, I must say, your letter was a complete surprise. You must have given it a lot of thought."She nodded and gave the hint of the smile. "It was quite a surprise to me. It took a long time to pluck up the courage to write it. I-I.