Allison rolled her eyes when Rade said the tape over her mouth stayed. Fine. Truthfully, she didn't need to speak in order to work on him, but it helped, because she occasionally would want to ask him how he was feeling, where and how certain things hurt, etc.<br/><br/>But it did feel good to have her hands free. Interestingly, Allison felt no urge to rip the tape off her mouth herself. She was all too mindful of what the punishment might be. She seemed to be inching toward his good side, so why blow it?<br/><br/>She moved slowly but with purpose down the hall, toward her bedroom. It dawned on her that no man outside of her on-again, off-again boyfriend had been inside her bedroom since she moved into the house about 15 months ago. But that streak was about to end.<br/><br/>Allison saw him out of the corner of her eye as she opened the closet, again slowly and again under his watchful eye. She was going to say, "My bag is in here," but for the moment she forgot the tape was over her mouth, so it came out "Mmm bamm imm inn eeer," and she felt foolish and embarrassed. Like he would know what the fuck she was saying.<br/><br/>Allison lowered herself and pulled the canvas and plastic bag from under a shelf in the closet. Then she slowly rose, holding it with her right hand and closing the closet door with her left.<br/><br/>That was when she saw, to her horror, that he had been rummaging and found her modeling portfolio.<br/><br/>Allison was furious at the intruder's gall. Yes, he was now in charge---temporarily, anyway---but he had no weapon that she could see. How dare he think he could violate her privacy like that? She was being cooperative and this was how he repaid her?<br/><br/>Allison growled through the tape and stamped a bare foot on the floor. "MMMM!! Errmrm irrmrmm!"<br/><br/>She started toward the portfolio to grab at it, but Rade was quicker, now especially interested after he saw how badly she wanted it. Way to go, Allison thought to herself. Maybe if she hadn't made a big deal, he would have moved on to something else.<br/><br/>The portfolio was filled with modeling photo proofs snapped of her over the past several years. The theme was fashion modeling, and even the swimsuit shots were tasteful. Her expression in most of the shots was girl-next-door rather than come hither. The smiles were fresh and wholesome, not necessarily seductive.<br/><br/>Beet red in the face, eyes blazing, Allison dropped the medical bag angrily and crossed her arms over her chest with the 38C boobs.<br/><br/>"MMmm! Yimm! Errmm," she growled.