Tied up and bound

“Well . . . “ the words flow out of Taylor before she really has a chance to audit them “. . . I umm” giggling a bit she can breast spit it out “ I was reading a light novel by Jamila Jasper, the lead had her hands and feet bound when she was saved by her lover and well . . .” Another burst of giggling as Jordan hangs on every word, a dumb smile plastered over his face “. . . Umm lets just say he didn’t untie her right away”

Taylor couldn’t help but notice a large imprint of an erection quickly growing in Jordan’s shorts. She found herself having to hold back from grabbing it with her hand. Mind racing with sudden dirty thoughts she bits her lip doing her best to restrain herself.

“I umm I can do that for you -to you I-if you like”

Taylor has to admit Jordan’s nervous stammering was hella cute. “Ya, I think I would like that, but no sex!” she pokes him this a finger to the chest “just a bit of fooling around got it?”

“Got it” he grabs hold of her hand, downs one last shot, and stumbles to his feet pulling her towards the stairs.

As they push though the crowd and walk up the surprising crowded hallways Taylor can’t help but hear lewd sounds coming from several of the doors they passed. Regret begins to peek into her **** filled mind, but before she can really take action Jordan pops open a far right door with the key Phil gave him and pulls her into it.

Locking the door behind them Jordan give her a quick kiss before shoving her onto a near by bed. He moves to a nearby closet and starts to rummage though it.

“Jordan, I’m not. . .” Taylor starts to protest before the boy interrupts her “a-ha here we go” pulling out a long black rope he pulls out a large pocket knife and cuts it in two before turning to Taylor with a slightly sinister grin. “Come here beautiful, lets bring that fantasy to life”