She loved it and gave me a massive hug.It was time for her treat, I got her into bed and she wore her pale green lace panties and bra, just seeing thi...s made me hard, I was such a lucky man. I got her onto the bed, slowly kissing her , caressing every inch of her body, I kissed her neck and down to her nipples, and sucked them till they couldn't get any harder, I snook out the handcuffs and placed them around her wrists . I then blindfolded her, I kissed slowly from her nipples to her clit, I. "I sat down at the table beside her."Well, it is true, there are a lot of things that I can spend my time doing. But I try to stay focused as best as I can."She brushed my arm with her fingertips and leaned in a little closer."It's so nice to see a boy such as yourself grow up."I grinned and she grinned back.Under the table, she rested her arm on my leg. She was seated to the right, and I to her left. I prayed that she would not notice how I was being turned on. I still had on only my dressing. How odd, I say, that the house is empty apart from this one bed. You smile and then you notice the bulge in my trousers, my bulge that is now resting on my leg.You move toward me smiling and place your hand on my trousers where the bulge is."What are you doing"? I say.You suddenly push me hard back against the wall and reach into your bag. You have some rope. You tie one end to my wrist and then another end to the light fitting on the wall. You do the same with my other wrist. I am now against. Well . . I'm not good on trust.”Perhaps this is a breakthrough. “Well, I'm thankful you have chosen to put a little trust in me.” My fingers work lower and lower and she moans softly fingertips joining in to work her tired muscles. “Me too,” she says, and I think I see her smile for just a moment. That too is a breakthrough. Tara is very serious, too focussed on her singular desire to become the best ballerina she can possibly be. She's always talking lessons, always working on.