That is when I started telling my mom all about this other woman’s wonderful affair with her son. I was scared to say the least, I had a feeling tha... she would not respond and I would have to come up to with a new plan, but no need to worry, sitting in front of my computer I hear a beep, and in my inbox was a new e-mail from my mom asking for more information on the affair, also she wanted to know how it went. I knew I had her hooked. I replied quickly, using snippets of stories I found online.. Inside is a long hall with an entrance to several rooms down its length. I tell her to get down and crawl with me as I take her down the hall.I walk with her down to 'the room', open the door, letting her inside. She is on all fours, leash attached to the choker chain collar. I lead her to the small table in the middle of the room and have her climb aboard. I begin by first binding both arms behind her, then I tie her to the table with a few silk ropes, both legs at the knees and ankles, then. Instead, Christy found herself taken from her own bed, wearing nothing but a few scraps of white lace, bound and blindfolded and spirited away in the night.With a cloth over her eyes and a gag in her mouth, hands and arms bound cruelly tight behind her, she was forced to wait on her knees, listening while they talked about what should be done to punish her disloyalty. The things they discussed made Christy shudder with dread. Clearly, they were going to enjoy making her suffer.When the. Hair, straight and blondeAs poured honey,Framing the beautyOf her face.Her sparkling eyesOverflowingAnd effervescentAs golden wine.It is her innocence no lessThan her lovelinessThat makes meHard with desire,With the need to becomeOne with her,Inside her.2In profile, in the limelight,She stands against a blue, mottled background,Wearing a blue jacket with a satin collarSlid down over her biceps to hangFrom her forearms, down her arched back,Head back, face horizontal, swirling hair,Her right.