The heat, slipperiness and firmness of my grip were a stark reminder of the first time we were in bed together. Such mental images were firing my need... to climax. Determinedly, I stopped my hand at the base my cock and let the stirrings of ejaculation subside. That didn't stop my mind wandering back to our first phone call. I had to wait some ten days for that. She explained that at the time of our first encounter, she was in a relationship which was floundering but couldn't bring herself to. .. or ... well, I could have if I wasn't tied down. That gave me an idea ... with the extra leverage and the loosening from whatever had been done to me, I could possibly get my ankle-straps up to my hands, and then I could undo them and get free. There was a self-latching clasp, of course, but even my toes were extra-dextrous now, and I unlatched it. I pushed hard with the muscles of my ass, pulling with my abs, and with a jerk which should have hurt my shoulders a lot worse, my legs freed. She liked younger men. Carolyn had a son, but never was overly motherly with him. In fact, when he was younger, her and her husband had brought in a nanny to take care of the baby. Carolyn was more interested in her career and didn’t really have that motherly instinct that most women have. She didn't have a connection with her child.It’s not that she didn’t love her son, but she wasn’t interested in his day to day living. The nanny cared for him and when he was older he was sent to boarding. Why couldn’t I fix it? Why couldn’t I see a solution? Why?Frustrated, I announced, “I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back later.”“Let me come,” Callie pleaded.“No! I need to be alone and think, Callie.”Striding out, I headed into the forest. Dappled morning sun slanted through the canopy. The air was fresh and cool, full of the scents of hidden blossoms, dark tree bark, earthy composting leaves.Without a destination, I walked, ducking under low branches and around trees. What the fuck could I do?.