But what made it worse was when the weekend arrived. Instead of hanging out with his friends, his dad made him study all day, inside his bedroom. ...ven his own mom was not being lenient on him. On the bright side, he could still order the maids to bring him food and drinks, into his bedroom or that he had lunch at the dining hall.On the bad side, his parents made him drive Lucinda, from house to school and back again. Lucinda, on the other hand, spend the weekend hanging. As we approached the door, we could hear muffled noises coming from the wine cellar, not really wanting to confront any one, we looked at each other briefly, before easily opening the door and entering the room. The muffled sounds were less restrained as we moved over to the shelf we were looking for. We could hear labored breathing and suddenly a slight gasp and a male voice saying, "Oh, yes, Sister, suck that hard dick." It was language that I could tell Lacie didn;t understand, and I didn't. Anticipating that a hotel bed usually doesn’t have legs, spindles, or anything to use as an anchor points, I had brought a couple of lengths of one-quarter inch red polypropylene rope to run under the mattress. So I ran the rope under the head of the mattress and tied a bowline loop in each end to serve as an anchor point for the arm restraints. I attached the black synthetic wrist cuffs, lined with black fake-fur, to each of her wrists using the velcro closures. Then tied an overhand knot. Mary smiled at me as she said, “I’m so glad I ran into you this morning, I was going to stop by your ranch and invite you to a party Saturday evening. I’m having a few friends over and thought you might like to come. Jen is helping me put it together. We are going to barbeque some steaks over mesquite and have a few Patron Margaritas. We can dance after dinner…I’ve hired a trio from San Antonio to come out and play for us. I do hope you will join us Steve….it’s been too long, much too.