“Come on let’s get by the fire so we can dry off.” Dawn replied as she took a break from laughing. Thankfully Dan found that the sound and sight...of Dawn’s laughter was infinitely better than the embarasment of his situation, especially given the serious tone of what she’s been living with.The pair settled down near the fire again, its warm orange glow filling the room. With Dawn resting her head on Dan’s shoulder, they both gazed into the fire as it’s embers danced hypnotically as the wood. “I’m dead on my feet, mate,“ he told me. Following with, “make sure you spot me well.”I stood behind him, ready to catch him in the event of failure. Down he squatted for the first rep. Up he came. Down he squatted for the second rep. Up he came this time with more of a struggle. I repositioned myself for potential failure. Down he went for this third and final rep. He struggled like hell but finally managed to come up again and shouted at me to help him re-rack. I came behind him, took hold of. His free hand begins to fondle my chest over my tank top. ?MMMMM, these are nice and perky?I close my eyes as he begins to take advantage of my vulnerable situation. Next thing I know the man is grabbing my wrists pulling them behind me and tying them together with rope. He then ties them to the post of the chair that is hold the back support. The rope is tight and digging into my wrists. ?That’s better? he says. ? I like your movie selection? he snickers as his empty hand begins to fondle me. Usually dressed only in panties and a nipple popping, belly showing T shirt. I wondered how she would react to seeing a bulge in my crotch. I had always worn slightly baggy shorts to hide any sign of a bulge. If she saw something, she couldn't complain about shit. I figured, with the way she shows her body It is time I showed her my dick. Well, not my dick, but at least my bulge.When I played sports, many of the players wore these stretch shorts under our uniforms. The coach called them.