I went next door to borrow sugar one day, and as I knocked on the front door, it came open and I went in, saying "Hello?" politely. To my astonishment, old Ms.Pulaski was sitting naked in a wooden chair, naked, ankles tied so her legs were spread wide open, one wrist tied tight to the armrest, the other one kind of half-in half-out of a slip knot, and her struggles finally let the knot fall fully into place, round her wrist. She had a black leather hood buckled round her neck, with only two small metal-ringed holes over the slight protrusion which was her nose. For a sixty-year-old retired school teacher, she had a pretty decent body, and her age was hidden under the hood, really. Her sex was oozing excitement, and I realized she'd been masturbating, then half-using the slip kn ot, to prolong the denial, and panicked herself into complete helplessness, at my knock on the door, which she had neglected to lock and which hadn't even latched all the way. So, knowing that she really didn't know for sure who was with her. I began to tease her swollen clit, driving her utterly insane with arousal, clumsily at first - I was only fourteen at the time, although fairly knowledgable - until she spurted all over the place. Then I loosened the loop round her wrist, so she could easily slip out of it, and vanished, still sugarless. I made up my wind I was going to do this again as soon as possible, maybe with the help of some bluff and blackmail..........