His strength was definitely returning. He felt able to sit up. He tried to do so, but fell back immediately, but not from weakness; he realized was ti...ed. Soft cuffs on his wrists and ankles were attached to the four corners of the bed by strong cords. They had sufficient play to allow him to turn to each side and were not really uncomfortable, but he was restrained. He was a prisoner!Panic flared and he again tried to sit up, then to pull hard on the cords. He only succeeded in setting off a. He unlocked the door to his apartment and we walked in.“Sorry,” he murmured, speaking for the first time since we left the restaurant. “It’s a bit messy.”It wasn’t at all, actually, but I figured he was a neat freak. It wouldn’t surprise me.He switched on each light while we made our way in, making me feel exposed and naked beneath the harsh bulbs.I sat on his sofa, listening to him shuffle around the kitchen. He appeared with a glass of wine for the both of us, though we hardly needed it.. He massaged his way down her skirt, spending some extra time rubbing, kissing her perky nipples. They were as hard as his penis was after few licks and kisses. She was also breathing faster, so he did not ask if it tickled her anymore. Moving down her legs he was amused to see her surely spread wider than when she was lying face down. The closer he got to her crotch, more her thighs rose to join his hands there. He massaged way up her legs, stopping very close to her crotch and came down to her. I'll have my driver take you back to the dock.” Charles went to the bedroom and retrieved my clothes and allowed me to dress as Sally simply sat on the couch and watched wrapped in my robe. Temptation was about to get the better of me to throttle them both when the two big strong guys that brought us to Charles’ mansion come in and escorted me bodily through the door. The last thing I saw was Sally stroking Charles cock with him standing in front of the couch as she leans.