All she was going to do, was remove her soaked panties. She didn't want to have any on, riding behind this man. Wanted to spread her legs as far as sh...e could and press into the back of him. She thought about taking the bra that she had on off, but her nipples would just jut out of the pink thank that she wore. She wanted to feel every part of this man as close to her skin as she could. He stood, and looked down. Just as he knew the giant hard on, was peering up at him over the waistband of his. Soon you felt him fumbling with the clasp on one wrist... then an ankle... then the other side. Fine, you thought, good luck tying them down with only minutes too spare and your hands behind your back. Before you knew it you were clipped in place with your wrists at the bottom of the headboard and your ankles pulled up at the top, exposing your pussy. That bastard, you thought. He must have set up some eyebolts or something for quick restraint. Well, at least you'll be able to use these against. It's dark and smoky with the low ebb and flow of conversation and the sharp clack-clack of a game of pool going on in the back. It's just like a thousand thousand bars across the country, only there don't seem to be any men here. Nothing keeps them out. There's no bouncer, no sign saying "Y Chromosomes Stop Here" outside the door. I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian. I'll figure something out sooner or later. I promise." She sidled up to him and spread her legs a little to allow his thigh to rub up against her still clothed pussy.The big man sighed, "Okay for now, I guess. Right now I gotta have me some relief. Think you can help me out?" he said."I think I might?" she teased."Oh yeah, well I hope so."They were standing in the den of his oversized condominium. It was a three bedroom affair with a patio facing out on the four star golf course that was part.