Then I slowly undressed her and lay her on the bed. With rope I bound her ankles and wrists to each corner and then blindfolded her. She looked amazin... lying there and I leant down and kissed her passionately whilst my fingers brushed her clit. She was so wet. I could tell she must be incredibly turned on.i stood up and dimmed the lights. As I did I caught myself in the mirror, thinking I looked ok for a 40 year old man. I was dressed in a dark blue suit with a pink shirt. My hair shaved close. During that time, your friends had been so worried about you. And whywouldn't they be? You'd really gone through the five stages of grief,hard. Your grades were slipping, your attendance at class spotty, yoursocial life withdrew into being non-existent. For the first couple monthsyou refused to believe that it was over. When people asked you justexplained you were on a "break", that you'd be back together in no-time.That there was no way it could really be over, no way in hell. Thatfervent. A man was standing behind us, watching. "Is that LYN?" he asked. It was one of the managers of the design and planning team. CHRIST! I didn't work for him, but I had to walk through his offices regularly. I felt Dave nod, animatedly: "YES, it IS Lyn I am fucking, in full view of the whole room, thankyoufor asking" was what was implied."how is she?" he asked quietly"fucking GORGEOUS" enthused Dave "so TIGHT" "Hey, I AM here" I hissed He gave me a playful pat on the bum. I looked up for a. A dark red auburn shade. She then dried and styled my hair and announced that she was done with my hair. She was obviously pleased with the results as she gleefully spun the chair around for me to see. I nearly went into shock when the chair stopped and I looked in the bathroom mirror. I had a very "pretty" hairstyle. There was no mistaking the feminine "look." The curls were enormous, lifting high atop my head and lying full all around my head and face and flowing past my shoulders. My.