It seemed simple, a game. Involving rope. And duct tape. But before it was done, she was bound to the corner post of the bed. Her hands pulled up high. Her legs frogtied. Duct tape gagged. And her blouse wide open, exposing those very perky yooung breasts. Those breasts that wanted to be teased, wanted to be caressed. Aand that sweet spot beyween her legs beginning to feel warm, wet. She didn’t understand it. he least she could do was enjoy it. It wasn’t part of her plan. But it was part of his. And she was enjoying it.