And convinced that it is her duty to attend to all matters of the estate, she hurried downstairs… the moment she opened the door…time stood still�...��her eyes, wider than its already wide size…lips, parted a bit as if she lost her breath…she held the knob as if her life depended on it…for what was standing in front of her, who is totally blocking her path…was a tall, slim, fit, and unbelievably, handsome being… his hair, was darker than the darkest night which is in complete contrast to his pale. And in between she asked me to remove my shirt to avoid sweating as it was a summer night. There was no AC in the room. I first refused but later accepted and now I was in my vest and jeans while sleeping. After half hour past midnight she was sleeping and replying drowsily and I could see her body and her boobs rising up and down heaving in the light coming from the street light. My body was heating up and I was remembering how I would imagine making love to her when I stroked my cock and. Do you think you could make it work? The two of you?"Was she really giving in that easily? I wondered. He was her first, after all. I knew how she felt about that. All girls felt that way about the first person they made love with. I still remembered my first time. I wasn't in love with him anymore, but I'd always feel love for him. I thought about that. True, my first time was a few years ago, not a few months ago. If I really wanted Tim, I'd have to be assertive even if it hurt Patrice. And I. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiarelements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to beovercome so that she could be freed. Somewhere along the way it she had settledon this current plan. What made it the more exciting was the factthat if she failed, everyone would know about it, well not all the detailsexactly, just that she'd done something outside the norm. She'd laid the groundwork almost from thebeginning of her university days, by joining.