Extending downward from the ceiling, into the center was a large platform, complete with hooks, loops, ropes and hanging satin cloth. A lone man was s...pread out in the middle of it. His hands and legs stretched wide at his sides, and they tensed under the tightly bound ropes. Tied against the platform and hanging from about twenty-five feet in the air, the man’s body faced the floor. One woman in all white leather and lace flew outside the platform! I checked for something holding her, or. Though probably not immediately. And where and by whom? His gut tightens. His cock is hard. Staring at the screen he is about to unzip his pants and masturbate when the telephone rings. He lets the answering machine record the too familiar voice of his wife’s personal assistant. ‘This is Christopher, Mr. Plath. Mrs. Plath asked me to let you know that her meeting is running late. She apologizes and expects to be home by 8:30 or 9:00 at the latest.’ He erases the message and stands, a tall. The Alpha Delts were hardly one of the classy frats on campus. In fact, they were known across the college as the trouble makers. Partying seemed to be their highest priority with public drunkenness a close second. They were constantly on probation with the Dean, but instead of cooling their heels it only seemed to incite them to more outrageous behavior.Michael Wynton, nineteen, had chosen neither this college nor the Alpha Delta fraternity. His father had attended the school and been one of. He heard ‘Eve’ burp, and knew she’d finished a soda. Her friend giggled breathlessly, and then evidently drank deeply of her own soda, for she burped too. Both women laughed nervously. ‘I was finally starting to catch on. Vinnie bounced off the bed, his cock still rock-hard, grabs my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door. I’m too stunned to do anything but follow. He throws open the door, both of us naked as the day we were born and there’s Gerry, his shirt.