Then I went to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. I tied her both hands to the bed and blindfolded her eyes so that she can have a curiosity about ...what I was doing.After tying and blindfolding her I went to the fridge. I brought some honey and applied it on her face and lips and started to suck her lips with full energy. For around more than 15 minutes playing with tongues. The saliva started to flow from sides on her neck and all.After sucking her lips I moved on to her face which was fully. No one will know what we discuss. Understand?”“Yes, doctor.”“Please call me Jim. By the time we are done I will know more about you than anybody does.”“Now to start to tell me what leads you to me?”I start to tell him my story. About my feelings of anger and frustration, the stress and the overall feeling of being powerful over others, and powerless over my fate. When I look at him as I speak, it strikes me that his concentration on what I am saying is total. His eyes are riveted on me and he. "Wont you come in and sit with me for a few minutes, just to be on the safe side?" I asked, she giggled again and nodded.We went into the lavish rooms, one being a large lounge with big furniture and a very large screen tv.I asked her to take a seat, and asked if she would like a drink, she asked for a cold one.I brought her a large Vodka and Coke (she looked like a Vodka drinker to me).We made small talk and she giggled while she drank her drink, and she was getting rather tipsy when she said. I didn't think to disconnect it, with all that's happened."About that time Olivia came in crying. She came to me and we hugged. "I don't understand what happened," she said.The police officer asked her if he could ask her a few questions. "Can you tell me exactly what you and your sister did last night?" We went to the Olive Garden and got the large salad and had one glass of wine. That was around eight o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Then I drove us to the playhouse where we stayed until.