Searching through my mind, the images of Mister Joachin's crotch come to me. Back to the story, the girls and I decided not to watch any more cartoons... because I was a visitor I sat on the floor together with the smallest of the girls, the others on the sofa, like every c***d I would sit in front of the television, right where Mister Joachin sat to watch his boring news, at that moment when he sat down and gladly spread his legs to get some air down there, I turned to look at him, I remember. Each of them pointed to a wooden bench in the centre of the floor; without any more being said, Alan moved and sat straddling the bench. Cathy and Brenda then secured his ankles to each side of the bench; while Sandra moved to his head and slipped handcuffs on to his wrists.Alan expected to have his hands bound to the bench in front of him, so he was taken aback when he had his hands dragged over his head and fastened to a leash attached to his ankle ties. Now he was helpless and vulnerable as. I got more excited and said order whatever u like mam.Then she interrupted me and asked me to call her veena as she doesnt want anyone to know that she is on lunch with a student. Then I asked jokingly whether she wants to convey me as her boyfriend and she replied in same manner that she might. I was happy to hear this and conversation went on like this and then she asked me what does I liked in her and I straight forwardly replied your geography and she said: hatt jhalle I am not talking. " She had never talked to me like that. It made me feel small the way she spoke to me but also made me feel bad I was ruining her plans. As she continued to walk I lowered my head and followed her.As I started to catch up to Brook, she stopped walked and turned to me. "I'm sorry about how I talked to you but I have put a lot of thought and time into making the best and wildest few days of your life. You should know by now, I know what you truly want and I plan to give you an experience you will.