"Now?" she asked. "On the phone?" Of course not. Can you come to New York?"Another silence."When?" Soon." I have to be in Washington next Tuesday. We ...might..." She stopped in mid-sentence. Sudden irritation blocked my voice — it made the silence stretch until it was unbearable."Sorry," she then said. "I am such a stupid bitch." I'll pay for the flight," I offered."It is not the money," she said."I know." I'll be there Monday," she decided. "Your place?" No," I answered — too quickly. "Ehm .... It relaxed me, and I could feel that she was enjoying it too, because she could really fuck my throat then. And I felt she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, so I focused back on her, letting go of my self ass-playing to grab her ass cheek, and pull her into my mouth. It really pleased her, and she was about to cum, so I pulled back my head and told her to plaster my face. With a groan, she accepted and finished herself with her hand. She squirted huge amounts of cum accross my face,. ”“Don’t do the stew,” I said dully, “there’s too much for one. It’ll keep till tomorrow. I’ll make a sandwich. Go and unpack whatever it is you’ve brought home.”I saw her deflate. She had been full of her news when she arrived now she looked disappointed and wandered off. I made a stilton and salad sandwich and opened a bottle of Shiraz, and sat to eat it at the kitchen table.She came back in, her face creased with worry. I picked the bottle up as an invitation and she nodded. I poured her a. I couldn’t hear her but I knew she was planning something naughty for me. Just then Paige excused herself, went out of the office and then returned a few minutes later with some pieces of rope.Gabrielle positioned a straight back chair beside the sofa and then made me sit in it. Working together both women bound my hands and legs to the chair. When I was securely bound Gabrielle lowered her head and kissed me on the lips, I had opened my mouth in anticipation of a French kiss, but all I got was.