She somewhat apologized and with a straight face said, "So what's new?" as she busted a gut once more. Fortunately her laughter began to rub off on me... considering she saw me dressed but with unshaven legs and a sad excuse for makeup. I then fessed up to my sorted history and she asked some questions. The typical questions were "Are you gay?", "How long have you done it?", "How often?" and "Does anyone else know?" At this point the internet was new and foreign to me so as far as I knew, I was. Like they say the body has it’s own mind. So I looked who was ahead of me; I was shocked to see there was a woman standing right between the railing and me. And it was she I was leaning on for sometime and that was the reason for all the excitement down under.I took a few steps back. I thought it was a sin even to think of sex in the Lords house. So I stood there with some space between her and me for some time. Then somebody pushed me over her and I was leaning on her again. Again I had the. I tried working the cloth inside against the tape around my head. The clothwas so thick inside that I could barely find a way to maneuver it. The tapedidn't give at all. The blindfold could obviously not be worked in any fashionso I didn't even try. I tried shimmying my wrists against the ropes but theyheld tight. My fingers danced about looking for any sort of a loose knot orpiece of slack but after several frustrating minutes I concluded that nonecould be found. I tried letting out as much. ’ ‘I gotta get some movies to educate you,’ I said. ‘You want me to flirt? I have you.’ ‘You could flirt with me. It’s fun. Loosen up. Flirt with other girls. Show them what I have.’ ‘I could do it if I wrote it in a letter.’ He could see my obvious confusion. ‘I helped mom with research one summer. I read some scorching letters from Thomas Jefferson. He was after a married woman. He tried to get her to come over from France and travel with him. ‘Franklin was a hell of a flirt, too.’ ‘I bet you.