It was near a wall to take advantage of the electrical outlet near it. It looked like a examination table at a gynecologist's office. There were stirr...ps, but they had restaints on them to hold the legs in place. It also had adjustable arm restraints, a restraint for the waist and for the head. There were numerous drawers that I was sure contained all manner of delightful toys. Many other impliments hung from hooks all around it. I also saw that many parts of it could come off to allow easier. ‘You are doing OK’ I said, ‘when you get really good at it, your girlfriends will love you for it. So you better get down there and get some more practice’ as I pulled my his mouth harder onto my cunt, ‘Put a finger up my bum’ I said “I am wet enough to make it easy’, he slid a finger easily into my bum, ’Now another finger into my cunt’ he did and I could feel his fingers touching with only a fine membrane of skin between them, I love that,. “now nibble on my clit’ when he started this I. “Honey, I am a bitch, my daughters are both bitches, you aren’t a bitch like us,” Betty smiled at me, and she meant that in the best possible way that I had hardly done things as bad as they have. It didn’t stop me from feeling guilty about the things I had done, though.“Well, according to your daughter, I look like a bitch. I also paid my son anonymously to do dirty things to you. I have a porn addiction. I kept all these secrets until they just exploded, and my meltdown is directly. It was set in a quiet surrounding with nobody nearby for about a kilometer. The bungalow was owned by one of my colleagues who had lent it to me for the weekend. It was totally deserted but was fully furnished with a swimming pool. We reached there at around 8.00pm. It was winter and the air had a chill to it. We walked hand in hand towards the front steps and went in. The place was huge and very tastefully decorated. The living room had a Persian rug in front of a stone fireplace. I stoked up.