The bell boy raises his eyebrows, trying to suppress a smirk as he comes to the door and knocks:“Room service!”I wait a moment before opening the ...oor, putting on my best professional smile:“Ah, thank you” I say, taking the bottle from him, pretending that there is nothing amiss.“One moment” I reach for my purse, taking out 50 bucks and pressing it into his hand. I lean over, whispering in his ear:“Same again if you can be back here in 45 minutes with a bucket of ice and a couple of footlong. The irony of it is thatI could never reach that goal. I only stay in the house and will notexperience how people treat women in different situations. BesidesHeather I could not socialize with other women and have that bonding.I loved knowing and experiencing things only women know. In my mind Iwas part of the sisterhood. Knowing the feel of hose on shaved legs,the feeling of being able to take those same hose off at night, theroutine of having to take your make up off at night, wash. He did too. Once i started using my fingers it came oozing out of her. I lapped it all up while she laughed and encouraged me.Anyway that's a different story for another day.Needless to say we had some of the best sex ive ever had. Then went through a couple days of awkwardness and uncertainty. Then she brought it up again. Saying she had another guy she wanted to fuck.I hesitantly agreed. We set the whole thing up.He arrived, i gave her a kiss and hid in the closet.She brought him in and they. I hear the professors voice and I give a little start."I'm going to unbind your wrists, for but a moment. If you fight, you'll be harmed. If not, you'll be safe. I've not hurt you yet."Not hurt me? Just drugged me kidnapped me and Goodness knows what's next. I give a little nod. The binding is cut and blood rushes into my numbed fingers. Causing them to burn a bit. One hand is seized and then the other. My arms are raised above my head and tied with straps to the table legs, about four feet.
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