We set off down the trail, stumbling at times, heels weren't the best idea! We stopped by a huge redwood tree and he smiled, saying, want to have some... fun? Always was my reply. He told me to hug the tree, which was weird but I did as I was told, he pulled out some rope from his backpack and tied it around my left wrist and walked round the other side of the tree and tied it to my right wrist, he did the same with my ankles, my face pressed against the tree he added a ball gag, lifted my skirt. I needed help preparing for tomorrow. I thought of everything as I was standing there. I thought of all these women. Vivian, who had some deep rooted feelings for me but her violence last night had scared me. Emma, who started this and then stepped away, but still always kept her finger on the pulse of the game. Nikki, who I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with and now found myself missing. Leslie, who needed me for strength. Penny, who I needed for sanity. And now, of course, Brooke,. Do you begrudge them that?" The notion of Brad getting any at all revolts me," Reid replied. "The thought of him doing it with a girl as hot as Lauren absolutely nauseates me." So, Reid -- do you think Lauren is hot?" She's pretty," he replied, "but she's not my type." What is your type?" I don't have a type." Everybody has a type," she replied. "It seems to me what you have is the sexual equivalent of sour grapes."The sounds from next door grew into screams of passion. Monica rolled onto her. I noticed that she was visibly flushed and he sporting an impressive bulge that Joan obviously perceived. I opened a bottle of wine and chatted with them briefly before retiring to our bed.Later, I was able to check on them though a screened window near my pillow and noticed that eventually she was on his lap in a lounger. They were making out like teenagers. I could see one of Peter's hands moving under her sweatshirt and becoming familiar with her breasts. The other was rubbing her.