Velma was, for the moment, in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted permission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as it tur...ed out, for quite a bit more. An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she ordered me up. My hands were fastened behind my back again, and after some really loving-type gentle play with my nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each other. She. Her white blouse showed up against her equally white skin. And I could make out her figure even with the moon light. I realized that the blouse was low cut in the back revealing a good amount of her back. Her hips where bulging out under the blouse which looked ready for a squeeze. The erotic feelings in me started to crop out. She closed the door behind us and turned towards me. And then only I realized that her blouse also has really deep cutting to show of her white milky cleavage. Her. If I had to guess I would say no but few people would guess about my fetish.Recently I was reminded of an incident that happened when we were growing up together at home. Not sure when or why but I came home via our back entrance and remember walking up the garden to see my sister laying on the the dining room table face down. This was not a natural pose so I stopped and waited to see what she was doing. I was intrigued, I new instantly it was something sexual but she hardly moved.To say she. ” It was a ridiculous idea to say the least but it certainly got everyone’s attention when I said it during the meeting. The ladies on the committee were appalled and called me a sexist pig…and that was the most polite thing that I had heard. The men laughed but I knew that they all wanted to fuck one of those amazing young ladies as much as I did. Anyway the meeting was a shamble after that and it broke up with everyone screaming at one another, mostly females against the males. I got to hell.