With Carol handcuffed and helpless his cock responded like the cock of a teenager.Carol thought she was ready for anything which happened. Once the ha...ndcuffs were on she had to trust Terry anyway. Her only job was to realise when he wanted her to fight back and how much.Rose observed Carol. Rose just watched. Rose felt none of Carol's pain. Rose had come into existence during Carol's c***dhood...between Carol's second and third BDSM sessions with her mother's lover.While Carol was naked, gagged. So where's the party duds?"Megan stretched and groaned, "Ok OK! Give me a few minutes. Put on some music." She stood, with a little help and a little grope, and headed to her bedroom. Mike found her docked iPod and started scanning for tunes. Once he got it going he poked through her CDs as Randy and I told lies and swapped jokes.A minute later Mike let out a soft whistle. "Uh oh. Guys, you are not going to believe this. Holy fuck. Jesus. No wonder Megan doesn't have a steady. Look." He held. An impossible dream? Maybe, but his mind continued to play with it.In the hall, he quickly collected pad and pencils, from his bag, and as an afterthought his mobile phone. He returned to the bedroom, where Carol was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair returned to perfection."Will it take long?" she asked."I like sketching quickly, to catch the essence of my subject better. So, half an hour." How do you want me?" In every way," he replied boldly, happy to see her reaction to his open. He walked back to the tents where he and the professor would be living for the next two weeks. He stripped off his bloody shirt and searched through his bags, looking for a bra and clean shirt. Finding a new shirt was easy, but in none of his bags was there even a single bra. Now that was stupid. Alright, he could see skipping a bra in the morning; he enjoyed the feeling of his breasts moving freely and hated the way bra straps dug into his shoulders after a day of wearing one; but to forget.