You are so special." We are all special because Jim loves us," I said, truly believing what I was saying."Very true," Mary answered.For the first time..., I felt the closeness that Mary and Debbie shared with one another."You should sleep," Mary said. "You really need sleep." No," I replied. "I will not sleep until our husband wakes."Mary looked sharply at me. I did not need to read her mind to understand her concern. She was thinking that it could be a long time.My silent reply, heard only within. It takes my sleepy mind a while to notice that there is something over my eyes. I reach with my hands to remove it, only to realise that they have both been tied down with some sort of rope. As consciousness slowly pulls at me I can feel the rope around my feet too. I tug gently and meet resistance from all four points. With a sharp jolt, I realise I am tied down to what seems like a four poster bed, my arms and legs spread. ‘At least I still have my clothes on,’ I think to myself, feeling my. Then he went and sat down at the kitchen table. And waited.She’d served him breakfast like that, wearing nothing but the apron. She made bacon and eggs and toast; set the table; brought cereal and milk and butter and marmalade. At his silent gesture she stood next to him while he ate… quivered when he occasionally ran a free hand over her red and tingling behind or the backs of her thighs… moaned out loud when at the end of the meal he stood, smeared her nipples with marmalade and slowly licked. I kept watching through the glass at his reflection, as it was dark outside I could see better and of course in my perifial vision, as we progressed slowly his movements became more pronounced.I realized I was drawn to him, I was excited by what he was doing, even more so as I was the architect of him doing it, so I wanted to help him, by being nice to him, and being nice meant I wanted him to see me, so I opened my own coat and showed him my short dress, half way up my thighs.He was pressing.