She gazed out thoughtfully, thinking about the crazy year it had been. "Almost exactly a year," she sighed, thinking of when she had first gone into l...ockdown and those early days of the pandemic. Despite spending so much of the last year alone in isolation, she had changed a lot during that time. "A fuck of a lot," she whispered.Her tummy gurgled again. Taking another sip of coffee, she regarded the bowl of yogurt on the table. Then she put down her cup, a safe distance away, and casually. The first thought I had was, this must be some kind of setup, and they were out to blackmail some unsuspecting male. I didn’t know what to think or do. It could turn out to be a very fruitful week but I had no intentions of being in jail or pay someone blackmail money.I sat, not answering or making any indication, I was willing,She leaned over to tell me something when I felt the young girl sitting next to me put her hand on my leg. I looked at her and was about to move her hand when I saw. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments . "No, Sir. I was just thinking." I worded myself very carefully, so as not to be misunderstood. "I would like to be removed from the ladder, Sir. It would please me very much." Whew. I hope this isn't a trick. It wasn't. I felt your hands gently removing my bindings and, wrapping an arm around my waist -- an arm that felt strong and capable of gentleness and strength -- and unhooked my legs from the ladder rungs. I was lowered slowly to the ground.Not daring to remove my blindfold, I slowly.