" It's nice and warm. How about half-an-hour?"The woman hesitated, then nodded."We're just going to walk around, enjoy the night, and get to know each... other," I explained while Zoe got a jacket."I just..." I'll take good care of her." So tell me about New York. I've been all over the West Coast, but never even close to the Big Apple," I asked and she was off.Zoe could talk. And talk. And talk.But I enjoyed listening to her. She'd lived in New York all her life before moving here and thought it. Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each side, and again used lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the door. Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding. By nine o clock, it looked like it was going to pour down so we went to the toilet block for the last time that night and had to run back as it started to rain, my mother having to hold on to her breasts as she ran back. “I’m cold mam,” I said after ten minutes of sitting in the tent“It’s not the warmest is it; get in your sleeping bag”“Do I have to change?”“Just take you mucky trousers off and put some clean one’s on” I crawled in to my sleeping bag and sneakily watched my mother take her. That particular evening before coming home from work, my wife called me and told me that she, the k**s and my in-laws were going to the mall shopping, having dinner and visiting Santa and that I would be on my own. After a particularly frustrating work day and an even more nasty commute from work, I decided to jump in the shower before finding myself some supper. Our master bedroom suite had a large shower with glass door and glass sides and was very relaxing. As I showered, I began to relax.