The soreness in her crotch had subsided a little, but she continued to feel a strange sensation there. It was more than just the fact that she wasn't ...wearing panties. It felt like she pulled a muscle, but not in her legs or hip but actually inside her.She got back to her dorm and went to her room and closed the door. Her roommate left a note saying she would be at her boyfriend's for the night. Katie kicked off her sneakers and slipped out of her sweats and found a fresh pair of panties. Then. “Well, I have the rope in the car you had me buy. I haven't tied her up since last week.”This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.“No, we need more than that,” Clint said. “Let's go to our dungeon.”“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.“Quiet, whore,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You... you don't speak right now. Not after sucking. I actually enjoyed the attention and before we knew it, we had been in the sauna for close to 40 minutes. The next day after I got out of the pool, I went to the sauna and Frank was already there. As always, Frank greeted me with a big smile and a warm hello. That day I noticed that instead of sitting in the sauna in his bathing suit, he had a towel around his waist. As I climbed onto the wood bench, I removed my towel wrapping it around my waist and then sat down. I had to pull up on the top. He smiles, "You can call me Xavier, Ms. Regina." I laugh nervously, his lips suddenly dangerously close to the sensitive spot where my jaw meets my throat."You can call me Regina," I answer, leaning in towards his lips.He pulls away suddenly, walking behind his desk. I'm stunned, and a little hurt, wondering why he would get so close and then just walk off. I see him shake his head, as if he's trying to throw a thought from his mind, and then look up at me and smile. "Are you ready to talk to.