She was intrigued but scared that she might lose her job if anyone found out. "What if he freaks and tells on me?" she asked. I had a solution to this...problem. I would hide in a closet while King and my wife played around. If things went fine then I'd receive a hell of a treat with a perfect view of my wife with prick-zilla. But if King freaked and tried to report my wife, I could say I was home and witnessed that nothing happened.The next evening approached when she was supposed to ‘tutor’. Merlin was standing just in front with her ass moving up and down in front of me. My position was rather ridiculous and I asked Merlin to let me go out so that she can do her business properly.As I tried to go out, I found there was hardly any space between the table and bed. Merlin tried to bend towards the bed and I had found that I could not keep my balance and had to hold Merlin’s waist to steady myself. By this time my cock was rock hard and it went inside the crease of her trouser. I. I got a bag of bondage gear at home and went over to her house. She was sitting at the table in the kitchen. She had her back towards me.I rushed up and before she could rise up and clamped my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams and held her arms down. She struggled but I was stronger. I whispered into her ear:- Not a word if your clever.I removed my hand and thankfully she remained quiet. I pulled out a roll of tape and taped her vrists together:- What are you doing Mike?Her voice was a. What mattered, to borrow a quote from Doctor King, was the content of Archbishop Iakovos’ character.“And that is what is going to matter for us. Trust me, no patient in the ER is going to care whether I had this gold braid on my shoulder! As the joke goes, ‘What do you call the person who graduates last in their class in medical school?’ The answer is - ‘Doctor’! What the patient will care about is my ability, with God’s help, to cure them of their illness or repair an injury they’ve suffered..