I have a set of beads that hang froma string around my hips that hide my sex but provide it no protection. MistressAmanda is putting me into the final... pieces of my costume for the eveningjust as she has directed all of this week's activities. The last item is brought out. I have been workingfor weeks to be able to do this. It is a collar with a set of mittens thathold my hands behind and way up my back. Most people can't even get theirhands to this position but I intend to keep my hands there. I would if I could, but I’m not sure all of the other people that booked tickets for this a year ago would be too happy about that. No problem if you can’t make it. I know it’s short notice for you x I kick myself for being so stupid. It’s blindingly obvious that you wouldn’t be able to rearrange.Sitting with my head in my hands, elbows resting on my desk, I try to figure out a solution to the dilemma this has presented me with. I check the dates again, hoping that I somehow miscalculated when. I snatched it from her and threw it behind me."Everything." I pointed to her panties. She took them off with shaky hands.Now Lizzie trembled as she sat naked, and her breasts quivered. I grabbed one with my hand and began to fondle it none too gently."Nice," I commented. Her breathing deepened as I pulled on her nipple.I took my hands away, and retrieved two lengths of rope from my pocket. "Take these," I handed them to her, "and tie your legs to the railing."She looked at the ropes, then at me. Of course, money is at the bottom of it. There were a lot of profits taken on this one." Alvin told me you have a disgruntled vice-president," Crossman said. "What about him?" I don't know who you mean." Yes you do—the R & D guy," Crossman clarified."Lowell?" Frank asked. "I don't think so.It's true—he's having a hard time adjusting to corporate life. I don't think he has enough knowledge of the finance world to pull it off, and just between you and me—I don't think he's got the guts, either.".