He came "just for a coffee, history of “feel the temperature” (“30° in L’Alambic”, did I almost answer) quickly found himself tied to the floor. Mutineer, I talk to him about gonzos, these porn movies without real storyline,
" Hello Madam, this is the plumber, I am coming for the escape… ”, and concluded that with the Dominas, we were quick to crawl the buttocks in the air :
- Hello Mistress, I come to plan your parquet !
He's laughing, fort, then whispers in confidence :
- You know I like the ropes, barriers, suffocation… But I didn't tell you everything.
I am leaning, ready to take her confidences. He smiles finely, sure of his experience of ropes at least equal to mine.
- Well sometimes, I admit ... I try ... to escape.

…

I watch her body thin and flexible in torsion, one leg bent forward, the other pulled far behind his back, ridiculous ballerina stranded on the oak floor.
- Escape, you say ?
I rock it to the side, loosen and twist his flexible wrists, crush his chest in the scissors of my thighs until it takes his breath away.
- always try, but I doubt that you will succeed ... Houdini.
- And you would also manage to silence me ? Instead of a gag, you could use ...
- My panties, Houdini ? You fall badly, I don't wear any.

(Houdini : American illusionist specializing in escape, known for escaping from straitjackets, barrel immersed in water, etc.)

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