I tried to calm myself, but the more I handled the washing the more I thought about the underwear, so I quickly grabbed everything and stuffed it into...the washing machine, poured in the powder and set it running.My erection by this time had subsided but I still felt this feeling of what if, I went back upstairs and into my mothers bedroom and found a couple of underwear items on the bed, which mother had left and again I felt aroused, but this time I said to my self what the heck, she wont know. I told her that I wasn't going to hurt her but I needed her in order to fulfill a lifelong ambition and then I'd let her go. The woman slept tied-up on the bed in the bedroom while I slept on the floor of the main room in a sleeping bag.Next morning I called in sick, then I drove down to Home Depot and bought everything I would need to make the bedroom into a prison. I spent the rest of the day installing it, pausing only to cook us both dinner. The woman looked as though she'd rather choke. She was very friendly and present. We started chatting and she was an absolute delight to talk with, very engaging and upbeat, very positive. She was new to the business and we discussed different aspects of it, pricing, boundaries, and what we were gong to do. There was actually very little she did offer, but it made no difference, what she did do she was very enthusiastic about. And honestly, her super youthful appearance made up for it. I placed my donation on a side table and we both. The first thing he noticed was that she was wearing his wife's bath robe. Tasha saw him looking and smiled. "Looks good on me, don't you think?" He did not respond, taking in her shoulder-length brown hair and hazel green eyes. She calmly allowed him to look for several moments, before saying, "You can look as much as you like. You won't go to the police. Not ever. Because the photos I am about to take will find your wife, your boss and all the local newspapers. Your career will be over before.