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"It's okay," you tell her, "She doesn't mind you touching her there. It's all within her limits."

"I don't want you to...I mean, I didn't mean to...I just sort of..."

"Relax. I thought it was pretty hot."

Monica gives you a weird look, which slowly turns into a smile. It's the one she gives you when she is turned on.

She takes a step towards you and leans her face in. You meet her halfway, kissing her on the lips. She answers yours, picking up her intensity.

Your hand gets a mind of its own, reaching over to her stomach and slowly drifting upwards. It gently caresses her right breast, causing a sudden intake of breath. She breaks the kiss with a bit of ****.

"Sorry. I want to, but I'm not sure about doing it here," she explains, "I mean, she can see us...they can see us."

"Spend enough time here and you will get used to them. They see a lot of things, but none of it really registers. They are off in their own world," you reply.

"I'm...I'm not...I'm sorry. Can we just do it somewhere else?"

"That's fine. Why don't we just go over to the couch and fool around then," you suggest.

"You don't have another girl there do you," Monica asks.

"No, my couch is a couch. Could you imagine me actually trying to use someone as a couch?"

"I suppose not. Maybe a big girl could do it though. Someone like Roseanne Barr."

"I don't think so," you say with a laugh, "I'm pretty sure that she is into dominating men, not vice-versa."

"I suppose you're right," she says, giggling as well, "Let's go then."

You lead her into the living room where your leather couch, coffee table and television are located. You walk around the left side of it and she follows. When she turns the corner, she stops.

"I thought you said that you didn't have another one here."

"No," you correct, "I said that I didn't have one as my couch. You didn't ask about the coffee table."

Monica gives you a slight leer, but that only lasts for a moment. "I suppose I did. But, I have to ask, why her?"

"Well, I didn't want a white coffee table."

Your girlfriend smiles a bit more. She seems distracted by the sight of your 'furniture' more than anything though. What a sight it is!

Through a bit of simple rope-work, you have turned a 'Nubian goddess' into a malleable bondage ****. Most people would never guess that this tall, fit and long-haired woman bound naked in your living room was actually a lawyer. Of course, the ball-gag in her mouth also makes it hard to tell.

What you did was elegant in its simplicity. You placed a leather cushion with a base board on the floor and bolted it down. Next, you placed her on all fours and bound each limb to a different side of the board. As per her request, you also put a knotted crotch rope on her and tied it to the bottom of the board too.

But that's not the best part...

You got a large table top and strapped it to her back. One strap goes around her body just above her breasts while the other goes just below her navel. This all forces her head down in the process.

"Is she functional like this," Monica asks.

"Absolutely. She knows to stay still. If she acts up, she doesn't get her deposit back. It's that simple."

"I see. Okay, look, I have to ask this one time just to get it out of the way. Here it goes....do you fuck them?