I tried to get my bearings and my blonde hair spread out on the soft white pillow. Reaching down under the soft quilt with my hands I ran them gently... over my body and realised that I was naked. Tentatively I reached up to my nipples which were still tender as memories of the bondage session came flooding back into my mind. I aren’t dead! I smiled and stretched feeling my muscles loosen as I did so. The room was in silence again apart from the log fire crackling in the hearth. I lifted my. Time was running out and my mother had to leave. The only available maid was aged only 20, 2 years older than me.My mother showed by her looks that she was not impressed but had to agree to this compromise candidate. Hema as she was called was an orphan living with her uncle in a nearby city. She was introduced by a distant aunt who brought her over to our house, bag and baggage. To my great surprise she was pretty and before I could steal a few glances my mother packed me off to my room. From. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving." Funny." He dropped the bag on the couch before meeting her at the doorway. "I'm getting out of shape. Maybe I'll go back to working road construction next summer instead of office stuff."They kissed. "Tired of me already?" she asked. He kissed her again and reached for her breasts. "Pot's boiling," she said. He followed her into the kitchen and watched her dump the macaroni into the water."You have a point. I couldn't go two days without you, much less a season." Bag. As bars and restaurants went, it was a great place to hang around, lose at pool, foul up at darts, and stay unlucky with girls, at least that was the case if you had a name like Cal. He walked on in. The place hadn’t changed much. Hell, he’d only been away about three days. At the far end there were two pool tables. He’d played on them once in a while. They were too close to the walls, and neither was correctly balanced, one good shot usually got most of the balls in one of the corner pockets..