My friend was still tied up around me. Slightly panicking, I wanted to pull the blanket back quickly and get upstairs. At least I knew where the toile... was there, as opposed to the basement. With thoughts already at the toilet, I noticed that I couldn’t move my hands very far. I seemed to be stuck at my wrists! What was going on?While I still wondered, I heard a soft, female voice whispering in my ear, nibbling gently at my earlobe in between words “it’s ok Sinna. You are safe with me. I tied. She was wearing a black colored half sleeved salwar kammeez which used to really look great on her. I held her tightly and kissed on her neck.Then I made her stand and turned her towards me. She was not saying a word and had closed her eyes. Then I gently put my lips on her lips and started kissing her. She then she put her hands around my shoulder and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. I held her as tightly as I could. My heart was beating fast and so was her’s. I could feel her heart beat.. (Years later I heard that there was a Chinese curse that went something like "May you live in interesting times"). I was excited for Sam (who was quite nervous) and happy to see some of the kids in my class that I had grown up with. Further, I wanted for them to meet Sam. I just knew that they would like her.The days just before the Labor Day weekend were the usual blur, shopping for clothes, getting a new backpack, getting a haircut - you know all the stuff that has to be in place before. The slave inserted the two USB plugs, and the external power box. And then she suddenly remembered she needed to get the big tube of lubricating jelly out of the bedroom. she trotted down the hallway, on her tiptoes -- still conditioned from her last session with Mistress to believe she was wearing ballet boots. Step, step, step -- so quickly and quietly moving through the house on tiptoe. She picked up a few other things -- a glass of water, a towel, a big plastic bag. Back to the computer,.