Frank untied the outer gag, then the bandana. He used his fingers in concert with her tongue to extricate the wad of cloth. He placed his fingers over her lips.<br/><br/>"Shhhh."<br/><br/>He then let her drink. She was very thirsty and though she didn't speak, Lauren moaned softly in pleasure.<br/><br/>She finished and he got a good look at her face, up close, without the gag. He had only really seen her face from the audience at the Moxy.<br/><br/>She was beyond beautiful. Her skin was like porcelain, despite her current ordeal. Her lips, now devoid of lipstick, were plump and fixed into an eternal pout. Her eyes were big, round and mesmerizing.<br/><br/>But Frank shook it all off. No time for that now. Maybe later. He poked the wad back into her mouth, got it past her teeth and finished up the gag as before.<br/><br/>"I'm proud of you, Lauren," he said as he knotted the pillow case strip behind her neck. "You didn't talk. Not one word. I must say. I had my doubts."<br/><br/>Without a word or asking her, Frank scooped Lauren up in bridegroom fashion, cradling her by the lower back and under her knees.<br/><br/>He carried her to the bed and set her down.<br/><br/>"On your stomach," he commanded, using his fingers in a twirling motion. He got the cuffs ready.<br/><br/>"Oh I promised your secret admirer an autograph."<br/><br/>So before cuffing her, Frank helped her sit up after all. He found the stationery pad and pen.<br/><br/>"Before I cuff you," he said. "I don't know what his name is. But sign it. And not with 'HELP ME,'" Frank added with a wry grin.