"I was soon re-shackled with my arms restrained in cuffs on long metal pools, and my booted feet shackled into the stirrups. My neck was fastened into...a plastic collar like one they use on whiplash patients, except this one had a chin bar and straps. I was strapped into the chin bar and an O-ring attached to the straps at the top of my head was clipped to a pulley behind me. My head was pulled up and back, so that I was again looking at the ceiling. Maid Mindy was not through. I felt her. "Isn't it almost dinner?" Yep. I got ten minutes," I told her."Quick and good?" she asked."Could you?"A short delay, as she thought it over.She popped the button on her pants, and dropped them past her thighs and right off her feet. Just as quick, she pulled the shirt over her head. No bra. Her plump tits fell gently above her smooth flat stomach. She had on an old pair of green panties, I'd gotten from upstairs. She wore them low, under her hips. They barely covered her tuft of corn-colored. As usual with her, my assumptions were incorrect. "Matthew, our adventures together have been marvelous. When I am alone and begin to think about them, every nerve in my body begins to tingle with excitement. It has caused me to masturbate with the butterfly and gold vibrator that you have given to me. It helps me to recall the passion and relax at the same time," June stated. I responded, "Those were some wild times. I don't know about you, but I had fun." Next, June caught me off guard with a. " All right, Petra. Go and have your breakfast," she said.I asked earnestly, "the girls are going shopping later at themall in the town nearby. I'm joining them. Is it okay?"Mom raised her eyebrows. She always does that when she suspectssomething funny going on. She nodded and agreed, "well, ofcourse. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves. But who's driving? Youdon't have a license yet." Ashley is driving Uncle Joe's car. She has the license," Ianswered truthfully.She consented, "well, in this case,.