Mind bondage-3

A hand caught my arm and spun me around.

“Adele, stop,” Pamela said.

I couldn’t meet her gaze, knowing that she had seen what I had seen, that she must have approved of it. Otherwise she surely would have stopped it.

“Pamela, I will take care of this,” Hector’s voice brought my head up. I saw him standing in the doorway of the barn. Pamela dropped my arm and left, presumably going back to supervise the orgy. I strode towards Hector, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

“Do you know what is going on back there?” I demanded of him. “What kind of retreat is this anyway? I didn’t sign up for some kind of sick lesbian orgy!”

He stood his ground in the face of my verbal assault. His calm expression and lack of response killed my momentum. I began to feel silly as he just stood there. I didn’t have anything else to say.

“Adele, come inside. I think it would be better to continue this conversation in more private surroundings,” he said to me. It seemed perfectly reasonable, and I followed him without thinking. He led me to that shadowy back area in the barn and through a door. The door opened onto a circular stairwell going down. It wound down three or maybe four times before another door led us to a small well-lit room. There were several closed doors, but the center of the room was some kind of couch. A massage table perhaps. Hector sat on one end of it, and gestured me to sit beside him.