Jazz had been hard at work all morning making the house presentable. She had put all the clothes yet to be sorted, bags, papers all in her bedroom and closed the door, waiting for a time when she had the house to herself to put it all away.

It was a good thing the door was closed because lying there on her bed, half buried by her clothes and his clothes was a naked man. The man was dozing and hearing the laughter of the ladies came awake again. Having been lying there for a little while he almost called out to be let free but at the last instant remembered her warning.

“Make no sound Hero, be quiet and rest and all will be given to you,” she’d said earlier that morning when he woke up to her tying the knots at his feet, his wrists already bound to the headboard. She’d then made sure he was held fast, got up on the bed, straddled him facing his engorged cock, presenting her ass towards the one part of him with freedom. Entranced by the sight before him, her glistening pussy lips millimetres from his face he leant forward to taste her as she licked the end of his penis. But one quick taste was all he got as she quickly, teasingly moved away from him, got dressed, called for the dog and went out for a walk.

He lay there, teased, frustrated and overjoyed in his predicament. He could hear the neighbours moving around next door, so close they could help him but if he did, he would be so far from fulfilment.

Jazz walked the dog around the village, thinking about her Hero lying on her bed. He had been so peaceful sleeping that she just couldn’t resist tying him up. He’d often hinted at such a thing but probably the other way around. She had really enjoyed his look of surprise to find himself there and then the look of lust and desire crossing his face as he realised she was going to have her wicked way with him. Was it the early morning cool or her luscious thoughts that made her nipples stand up to attention? Certainly the boy at the corner store checkout had a nice view, Jazz knew he had not even looked her in the face as he took her money and filled the bag with breakfast.

Once she got home, Jazz bustled around tidying the house, making brunch to make her friend feel really welcome. The baking was in the oven, all was clean and ready, except for Jazz, she was as unclean in her thoughts as her clothes. A great cook, she could hardly concentrate putting things together as she thought about Hero lying there waiting. Jazz went into the bathroom and was getting undressed to freshen up a little. She had removed her flimsy singlet top and shorts and was just about to jump in the shower when she thought – ‘Hero hasn’t made even one sound – was he being good waiting, or was he in any sort of trouble?' Panicking, Jazz rushed over to her bedroom to check on him. Hero came awake as she entered. His