In darkness now, she began to breath, a little heavier, panicking a little as she was now in the hands of virtual strangers, without sight, or the use... of her hands, totally in their control. It was exciting, but it was rather daunting, and naked fear gripped her mind, They led her from the office, by the roped hands, the unfamiliar heels clip clopping unsteadily along a wooden floored corridor. She felt herself stopped, clattering gates and then the unexpected sensation of descending, a lift,. I could tell she really wanted this to continue.I began feeling a sense of reassurance from her look and I became more excited as I watched. I'm sure I could've stopped them if I felt that uncomfortable, but I love watching Sam bathe in new fantasies. I wanted to watch her, crazy turned on as she fucks someone else in front of me. The fact that I was restrained made it even better. It felt like I was being forced.Obviously, it wasn't Sam who took off my blindfold. It was Laurel. She was. Anything, for instance, like your British Open trophy winding up in a pawn shop or your laptop winding up at some junkie's house."This is getting out of hand. If everyone else says one month is OK, I'll abstain. If everyone says forever is OK, I'll use my limited veto power for the first time ever."Bailey told me I was being ridiculous."We've had a great few days," she said. "She'll be fine so long as she's with us. I'm going to help her find a job with a marketing firm in town. The fact that. I took her in my arms and went to her room. I just dropped her on the bed. Removed my shorts and jumped over her like a hungry tiger. She teased me by saying”ooo someone looks hungry tonight”. I just hugged her and both of us rolled form this end to that end. The I got on top of her and looked deep into her eyes and said “I love you Ma”She replied “Me too da”We had a long french kiss. I broke the kiss and kissed her ear lobes, her cheeks, her neck, her cleavage, she left out soft moans.