Jackie was Marissa’s sister, but she hadleft home at an early age to marry a much older man. Thetwo then moved hundreds of miles away to the big...city,and Marissa got to see her sister once a year, duringthe Easter break. Marissa loved her sister very much,and enjoyed these annual visits immensely. For Toby, onthe other hand, these little visits meant time when hismom and aunt would talk for hours, and basically excludehim from conversation. It was torture for him. They always went to the. I lifted the first item out. It was a frilly black tutu, with neon pinklaces and trim. I suppose a skirt of sorts made sense, I couldn't wearanything now with individual leg holes because of my tail. I slipped iton and tied the laces at the waist.Next was a corset. Again black with pink laces and trim. I slipped itaround my waist and hooked it up at the front, my breasts fittingcomfortably in the cups. There was no alteration needed with the laces,it fit my tiny waist like a glove.Finally was a. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming.My hands were tied together to a. I felt like a gentleman. A punctual gentleman and pretty good guy. A pretty good lucky guy. * * * * * At the next morning’s soccer match I was on fire. Marcus teased me about showing off for my girlfriend, but Alicia wasn’t even there yet. The truth is I was in a very good mood. Plus, I had been sleeping and eating regularly and not stressing about money as much as before. I still didn’t have much extra cash, but I knew a bunch of overtime was in my future. I asked Alicia if she wanted me to.