How could they do this to me? I started to struggle harder as more rope was wrapped around me.Around & around, pinning my arms firmly to my sides.I tr...ed to fight but it was hopeless, the rope was pulled tight on every coil.“You’ve got about four hours before the cleaners arrive so you’d better struggle harder that that”!He looped the rope around the back of the chair & continued to bind me. It may have been one single length of rope but it seemed to go on forever. Any movement I had was being. Mom turned, a bewildered look on her face. ‘How’d you know I was thinking that?’ She asked. ‘Thinking what?’ ‘About borrowing some flour from Susan.’ ‘I heard you asking about it,’ I said looking just as confused as she was. ‘But I didn’t say anything.’ ‘Sure you did. I heard you.’ It was an odd conversation. But it was soon forgotten as I shortly afterwards headed off in pursuit of a cup of flour for mom. Me thinking she was messing with me, and mom…well, who knows what she was thinking at the. " he holds it up for me to see."Great," I glance back and shoot him a smile while I am at it, I notice Galahad's face turning a sad shade of green. "Quick, give Galahad a leaf to chew on before we get to see what he had for breakfast."Galahad moans some more in response but he gratefully takes the leaf."Don't be a baby Galahad, just take your medicine." Gunga Din jokes as Galahad all but snatches it and shoves it into his mouth."You might as well leave the mint out." I tell Gunga Din as he. Sleeping with me would be dangerous. If it came out she would loose her job, probably her husband, and be disgraced in the news as one more female teacher who fucks her students. "Want some wine?" she said. "Yeah". Or not so hesitant I thought. She rose up and walked into the house. A few minutes later she came back out with a trey of sandwiches and a bottle of white wine. She put it down on the table on the porch. I walked over, holding the towel strategically over my cock. She poured wine.