Excuse me,” she said as she nearly bumped into us, side-stepped then breezed past.Clarissa watched her walk away then turned me and said, “Did you... see who that was, Paul?”I shook my head.“It was Chloe Goodman. I’m sure it was.”“Really?”“I’m sure it was. You must come here, Paul. You might make friends with her.”“Isn’t this her last year? She won’t even be here next year to make friends with—which would be pretty unlikely even if she was still here, wouldn’t it?”Clarissa smiled and shrugged and. They decided to bind his wrists and ankles to the bedposts…they knew it was the only way to get what they wanted from him.They knew it’d be morning probably before he’d wake up and they wanted him alert. Sure enough the next morning all four parents were awakened by Brad’s yelling from his room. His dad ran in and told him to calm down. Once Brad realized he was really okay, he calmed down, but obviously asking for his dad to loose him. His dad began to explain to him why he was bound. As. It won't be able to do that!- Why pam?- its brother or one of the maids may see it like this Master and it willbe a scandal.- Is this My problem pam?- Of course not Your problem Master but please don't scandalize Yourslave. Anything revealed to its family might lead to ending this slave'srelationship with You Master.- Mmm! But you will pay for not having a knife and a cutting board in yourroom.- Oh Master please! You didn't order this before. Moreover, this slut'sroom is. Then there was the other thing that gave me a incentive to do much more than just giving oral and handjobs. Without going into too much detail I had for a while been having trouble with my 'lady parts' (men have no idea the trouble and discomfort we women have to go through!). My last pregnancy hadn't been easy and I had been left me with needing treatment of which the ultimate fix was to have my tubes tied. I had been counselled that the simple operation would result in my no longer being able.