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...continued from Cougarling, with rope of course He worked himself loose, of course. When he wriggled his hands free from the rope, he looked at me in triumph. "If I'd known you were going to fight your way out, I'd have tried harder..." I protested weakly. He smirked, nodded indulgently at me. Pushing him down onto his back, I took the length of rope, and wrapped it more firmly around his wrists this time, something that approximated a double column tie, but probably wasn't. I tied the end to the bedpost so his arms were stretched overhead, his body angled across the bed. I trailed my fingers over his skin. His eyes followed the path of my touch. He has a fetish for hands, for nails. He likes to watch my hands on him. I like to have my hands on him. Win-win. He likes it especially when my fingers are on, over, around his cock. His expression changes, a rapt lost look on his face at the sight of my fingers slipping over the head and down the shaft, and back again. The lube keeps his