He tied my hands, tied my ankles, and I was stuck there. I pulled at the twine, felt the way its fibers hung loose and tickled my hands and heels. I w...s bent over, my ass cheeks parted, my dick hung down, and he groped me, tickled my hole, then he left me there for a moment. I heard him leave the barn and I realized just how alone I felt, how vulnerable. I felt this breath stick in my lungs, then I heard his feet, the door closed, and he walked to me. I looked down to see his shoes, looked up. When I got back, Abby was looking over coats, so I insisted she pick out at least two coats. One was clearly for dress-up and one for the rest of the time. Before we left the department, I saw a beautiful cashmere, ankle length coat and bought that for her, also.We cruised to Mark’s home, found it to be as bland and impersonal as his life. Abby wandered around looking in things, commenting on this and that, and generally attempting to appear impressed with the living conditions of her former. Enjoying the peaceful serenity the long forgotten residents had to offer. He held me close as we approached our special spot. A secluded clearing in the back, with a picnick table, where we often ejoyed a beer or smoked herbs. But we always enjoyed eachother's company here. In this place, no one ever bothered us. We could count the stars and make endless wishes. But tonight was to be the most special. When we reached our table, the night took over for us. We held eachother tight,. So on to the next episode. It has been almost a week since Stella watched me towel off after my shower so it is really her turn to perform for me. She did not disappoint me. I had to work late and got home after dark. I spent my time on the trip home thinking of some way to flash my mother-in-law again. It was Frank’s (my father-in-law) bowling night so it seemed like there were some possibilities. I did not know that she was one step ahead of me. There was no driveway, so I always park on the.