Once the ball had grown large enough she spoke a word and swept her hand out in a wide arc.The light split into three strands. One strand formed into ...a thick band which wrapped around Clarissa’s midriff, securing her to the table. The other two strands descended on her wrists, becoming cords that wrapped around them then extended out to grip the legs of the table. The archmage closed her hand into a fist and the bonds tightened a little, securing the nymph in place against the table and parting. A story that I will never forget.Katie was a human resources manager with a major recruitment company and I was a lecturer in economics at the University of London.I was just over six feet tall with brown hair and eyes and a bit of a keep fit fanatic. Katie also enjoyed regular exercise and she particularly enjoyed running. She would often get home from work and immediately change into her tracksuit and trainers and embark on a five mile jog.Katie was six inches shorter than me with a trim. He said that we would take a drive in his car and discuss all the details. I agreed and followed him to his car. He started driving and started asking details about my wife. To all his questions my answers were that “My wife has been brought up in a conservative environment.”“But living in Mumbai with me has made her a little more open. She dresses in sarees but also tries western clothing. She loves spa and pampering herself. She is into music, traveling, dancing and adventure.” This way I. This was right.Jenny's eyes were also teary as she looked back at me. We were just a couple of feet apart, but knew that we were not allowed to move. Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well as creating a bond between us that left me beaming.We simply stared at each other, reveling in these feelings, for quite some time. Then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and, at the sound of another "Snap!" finally tore my eyes away from the woman I.