?Almost done! We don’t want to hurt your wrists.?The girl’s ironic tone chimes with my idea that this is something to do with Inward Bound. That�...s just the way they would think. The girl takes a third Velcro strap and wraps it round my calves and slips a noose which must have been waiting beneath the seat, around my ankles. It prevents me kicking my legs forward. Finally, the girl takes the car seat belt and secures me to the seat ??.In less than 90 seconds, I have gone from a Good Samaritan to. There were also many friends who had come from outside. There was this girl(whose name I don’t want to mention), who had come for the party from outside. I knew her quite well as she used to visit quite often to our building, as she had a lot of friends here. She had just completed her 11th grade, but she was about my age.She and I were not in good terms, as she uses to boss around us all the times. I was the eldest guy in the group, and she was the eldest of the girls. She used to tell all. We were about halfway through when she stopped. "You need to dress, too, at least a little."Damn it, she was right. I did just the minimum, jeans and a top buttoned right over my breasts. I would be covered, though her mother might not approve. I had a solution for that.Mindy looked every inch the horsewoman by the time we finished, even smelling of them (she'd rubbed her panties against one of the horses). If her mother could detect any scent of a male on her, it wasn't from lack of trying on. His cock was rigid in his own jeans. She could feel it pressing firmly against her thighs. It was a very hard and very big one, just the way she liked them. Em was lying on the sofa in his suite at the weekend retreat place. It was Saturday afternoon. Most of their corporate colleagues at the annual retreat were off golfing or doing other energetic things. She had excused herself, saying she had some things to do for the next day’s presentations. He had excused himself too, citing some work.