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d my body up to the underside of
the beam. Another around my waist, my thighs, and my head, and I
was nicely supported. Much better, but he still wasn't finished
with me. Sitting on top of the beam, Roger adjusted the bonds on
my legs, so that they were splayed on either side of the beam.
Then -- and I'm not kidding -- he dragged in a makeshift scaf-
fold, lay on it at almost my height, and started licking me. I
barely kept from screaming; I was being stimulated all over, and
I not only couldn't get loose, if I had I'd have fallen eight
feet to the floor! After a bit of that, he went back to the
balcony, crawled out on the beam, and caressed me from that side.
Finally, he went back to the scaffold and tried for penetration,
but without much luck. He settled for moving the scaffold so I
could return the oral favor.
That was the pattern of our sex lives -- who could think of the
most imaginative ways to tie up the other? Once, when I was a
bit annoyed at him -- he was late for a dinner date -- I decided
some mild revenge was in order. I waited until we were alone in
the office late one night -- business had picked up, which is
both good and bad -- wandered in, and announced a kidnap. Roger
knew the rules, and complied when I told him to strip. He
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