“No,” he said, coming out of his trance. “Leave your bra on. It’s a nursing bra, right?” He had noticed the hooks and flaps for the cups.
She paused. “Yeah. And you want me to leave it on? I thought you liked my tits.”
“I do,” he said. “But just leave it on for the moment.”
With a shrug she left on her bra and pushed down her panties, leaving her mostly, but not completely, naked. “Should I lie down on the bed?”
“No, just give me your wrist.” She did so and he looped the long rope around her wrist and forearm several times, making sure it was securely in place but not so tight it was cutting off circulation. “You do that expertly,” she commented.
“I told you I was an Eagle Scout,” he reminded her. “We didn’t just practice tying knots for fun, badges, and building impromptu lean-tos.”
