I didn't carethat I was streaking through the night in just bra and panties.That's not true. I did care. They were confining. Constricting. Toohot... I pulled them off, too.I came to another frozen lake, larger the ones I'd seen so far. Out onthe edge of the horizon, I could see a faint glow. The sun, due south.It was just threatening the horizon, letting the beginnings of dawn flitthrough the sky. But it was only an idle threat, one that the sun wouldnot make good on for another few. The men ogled. Lynda took it as rapt attention to her analysis. She undid the cuffs and slipped the whole blouse off and walked in her white bra and dark grey trousers up the length of the conference room and carefully draped the wet blouse over the radiator under the window. She was still talking as she turned back to the meeting and had their full attention as she reached behind her and undid the bra strap. The men could not actually see Lynda clearly as it was a very sunny day and the low. “Is this true?”“I know how to do a few knots and a handful of bondage ties, but I’m a long way from being an expert in anything like that.”“Well, let us be the judge of that,” says Monique. “Brooke, go and fetch an assortment of ropes from the store room.”“Yes, Madame Monique,” replies Brooke as she promptly does as she’s told.I’m slightly taken aback by the sudden interest in my rope skills. I have never considered my skills in that department to be anything special. But I guess I’m about to. Gretchen gave me a tender smile. ‘I love you.’ Then she slapped me. It wasn’t really hard, but it caught me completely off-guard. ‘Owwww! What the fuck?’ I asked, holding a hand to my stinging face. ‘Wife or not, nobody calls me a whore. Don’t ever do that again,’ she said firmly, pointing a well-manicured nail at my nose. The anger that had been building swerved in a direction I wasn’t expecting and didn’t exactly welcome. I was still angry, but now I was aroused, too. This was too much like.