No resisting or fighting back. The captor would then leave you thereand go find other victims. After an afternoon of this, the boy with themost captiv...s still tied up was the winner. So, if you wanted to win,you either made a deal with the captives not to try to escape, or yougot really good at tying people up. The deals were usually enforced bytickling, spanking, or stripping off some piece of the captivesclothing.Over the years that this game went on, these practices became moreaggressive. “If I share you will you still love me?” She was serious!“You don’t have to share me,” I said.“I know.” She kissed me again. “But I love Lara too, and it’s obvious you don’t find the idea repugnant. She has been without for a long time, and after what I just felt, I can’t hold that away from her without feeling like the evil queen. I guess I’m just a little worried that you might like her more than me.”Now it was my turn to kiss her. “Look, Lara’s a nice woman. She’s pretty, and no - I don’t. " She wanted the lovers, but, didn't tell, and refused to admit, it. I gave her chance after chance to confess about her affairs. I told her time, and again, that I didn't disapprove, but wanted to hear it from her own lips. I even told her that her having affairs was exciting to me, and, that I wanted to watch her friends please her, and her, them. I told her that if she would let me watch, and maybe, even, take a few pictures, there would be nothing more said about it. I would quietly come. She held her head in shame, tears trickling down her cheeks, as she was escorted out of the theater and down the long corridor.The two didn’t say a word she just sobbed and followed him through the halls and out the doors. When Katie looked up they were in the parking lot. She didn’t understand, turning to the man she recognized his face. “You asshole, why would you do that to me?” she burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest.She stood crying in his arms.