I had read most of the good ones and I was hoping someone had posted up another. I stumbled across a fisting one and a light bulb flicked on in my hea...d. I could try that again.The last time I had tried to get fisted was when I asked my ex, he wouldn’t try hard enough though and so it never really worked. I quickly slid out of my pants and underwear, shoving them to the end of the bed and started to rub over my pussy.I was wet, as usual and had no trouble pushing two, and then three fingers into. " Julie hurriedly collected the three glasses and raced for the kitchen. The boys were poleaxed. They had never in their short lives experienced anything, anything like what had just happened to them. They sat in stunned silence but their cocks were at attention."When we have finished here," Ellen said in a voice meant for Julie's ears as well, "Julie will show you her play room. She's desperate for someone to tie her up and whip her unmercifully."Julie returned and placed glasses beside the. "And I beat a hasty retreat from my old office and went to see Rachael.Rachael explained that while I was out, my office had been reassigned. Since I was no longer doing the job of an IT manager, Rachael said, reasonably, there was no reason for me to have that space. Besides, she wanted me to be closer to her, so I could be more available -- as her assistant.But this wouldn't stand! This couldn't stand! It was time to go in and tell Rachael that either I got my old job back, or I was going to. He looked at her, staring deeply into her brown eyes and then stood up and fetched the tie out of his pocket, slid the belt from Julia’s robe and started to tie her wrists to the bed.Julia wanted to protest but decided not to as he gently tied her wrists. She was transfixed and had been from the moment he walked in. “I hope you don’t mind Julia. I was hoping that you might like this.” God, that voice thought Julia as she watched Peter walk over to her case and fish out some stockings.He walked.