" even thou I had a hard on from looking at mom's cleavage, I went and put my arms around mom and hugged her and when I felt my boner touch mom's bell... and her tits poking me in the chest, I made the hug a quik hug and turned and ran to my room, hoping mom didn't notice the hard on I had in my pants.While running to my room and after getting in my bedroom with the door shut behind me I'm thinking, 'you jerk, how can you forget that you have a hard on and then just poke your mom with it and get. He tied two together and wrapped them around my chest and tied me to the chair. He tied my legs to the legs of the chair.“How did you find where I lived?” I asked. I was much calmer now.“It wasn’t easy, but then again it wasn’t that hard. You know the photo of your wife that you posted on your profile.“Yes.”“Well I recognized the restaurant where it was taken. Then I made a print of one of the pictures of your wife and showed it to the bartender. He recognized your wife right away. By the way. Joan Landon closed her eyes, commanding herself to stop these sillyfancies. She was not going to think about this man again. And she certainly wasn't going to meet with him again! That would beunthinkable! 5 Lady Ann was starting to find this luncheon as tedious as those with theold ladies her grandmamma had subjected her to. They were eating out in the sumptuous dining room of the Grosvenor Hotelas a farewell to her new family. Her parents and sister were taking theearly afternoon train back. Don’t worry, this one’s easy.” She smiles and waits. I hold up my forearm, “Bite, just a bit. Break the skin.” Her eyes go wide, scared, “Master?” Her expression is just as pained as when she was forced to hurt herself. A genuine concern for me in her motherly eyes. I nod and she reluctantly leans down and sinks her fangs into my flesh. It’s painful, little pin pricks. But nothing much. In fact it’s probably just my human memories telling me this SHOULD hurt. She lets go as quickly as she can,.