As he hungrily kissed my lips, his fingers rubbed my pussy, then slipped inside me. My whole body trembled.Oh god this was too much, I had to back awa...y, what if someone came around the curtain and saw us? I leaned against the table breathing heavily. I looked up at him and said, “This isn't the time for this sort of thing.” He said, “We are due for a break anyways, let’s put up the sign and go somewhere secluded.” Taking my hand he proceeded to haul me away from the booth. I was wondering where. After dinner with your family, you grasp my hand and lead me outside. I notice on your shoulder you are carrying a beach bag with several towels inside. Once we reach the beach, we turn right and begin walking along the water's edge with our feet sinking into the wet sand. As the sun disappears below the horizon, the quiet solitude of the darkness descends. You find a section of the beach filled with large sand dunes. You create a nest of sorts with the towels in the sand. As we watch the. I hear the snap of the light switch, but I cannot see anything and I realize that I am blindfolded. I struggle against the rope that has me bound trying to twist and release myself. The rope bites into my tender flesh. A harsh, raspy voice says 'You can't get up so you may as well stop trying.” He chuckles and then tweaks my nipple again. I shrink back from his touch, however a small twinge of desire hits me and I'm ashamed. “Here, drink this” I am told as a straw touches my lips. I. And it’s never Dave. I think I’ve recovered. It was only a cold.”“One of those things which they describe as, ‘it’s not fatal; you only wish it were.’”“Pretty much.”“I wondered if you think you’ll be recovered enough next Sunday to go out for another lunch. That was supposed to be an invitation; I’m sorry if it sounds so convoluted.”“That’s the potluck. Are you coming?”“Of course! Where two or three Methodists are gathered together, there shall a potluck be also.” She laughed. “I’ll bring my.