We had grown accustomed to a nice, comfortable lifestyle - two cars, roomy surburban home, college funds for the k**s - and all the rest that goes wit...h it. My husband could not find emoployment anywhere so I finally answered an ad myself. It turned out to be a company owned by a black ex-football player and he was looking for a "gal Friday" to handle his correspondence, appointments, travel arrangements, reservations, and things like that.I was very nervous during the interview and all too. ”“I thought we’d done all that. I took her to the disco, bought her a couple of drinks, and paid her some attention…” He paused. “What am I supposed to do?”“From what I heard, I think you did the warm-up OK” admitted Ann “but I think you pushed a little hard when you were playing tonsil hockey. The girls I heard said you weren’t the greatest kisser.”Richard slumped. “I’m not. I’ve not had loads of practice like you, and I can’t get any without a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to learn to does. I softly began kissing her shoulder. I moved her curled hair out of the way and softly kissed her neck. My hand moved from being round her waist and began rubbing her outer thigh just the once before moving to her inner thigh. She let out a little moan and rolled over to face me, her eyes blinking fast as if trying to focus on my face she smiled and I took her smile as approval to continue with what I wanted to do. I took my hand which was resting now on her outer thigh and pulled her leg so it. He buckled the strap behind my neck, making sure that the gag was very tight. I glared at him and flailed out with my legs, trying to kick him, but he just chuckled at my efforts. "You are a naughty schoolgirl, aren't you? Well we can fix that."He took a short length of chain and connected the leather cuffs at my ankles. The chain was only about 18 inches. It prevented any further attempts at kicking him, and I would soon learn that it would restrict my walking ability significantly.The.