..it's alright, don't cry. I--I'm not gonna tell anybody."A pretty quivering smile cracked her moist face and I though it was pretty. "Oh thank you, t...ank you!!" she effused, hopping up and kissing my cheek and I blushed because it was exactly like getting pecked by a pretty little girl."Er, welcome...," I paused, shyly looking around the pink frilly room of a kiddie pageant queen, the pictures of them together at beaches and church and her pageants. I wondered how much of the real Tammy was. Apparently, the recently moved out owner had changed the spell. The change was that when a woman, of any age, crossed the threshold into the kitchen, the woman's underwear (bra and Panties) would disappear. Then, when they crossed into the dining room, it does not matter what they are wearing, the outfit becomes a white, Blouse, and min skirt.When my son and I are at home by ourselves, our general dress code is a robe, slippers, and little else.My fifteen year old son is quite the scamp. He is. He is a being capable of inflicting irreparable damage upon her at any moment without a valid reason. He is a fool driven by the whims of his own aberrant behavior. Claudia can understand that he wants to rape her, but nothing can explain this torture. She is only the plaything of his perverted fantasies ... Valdes drags her up a heavy wooden ladder that leads to the attic. Giving her no chance to avoid what is about to happen, he ties her hands above her head to a rung on the ladder and also. He continues to do this, slowly picking up the pace. After about 5 minutes of my oral stimulation, he grabs my collar and pulls me off. "I think," my owner starts, "we need some more decorations." He grabs some smooth, soft, but strong rope. "We don’t want to rash your skin," he told me when we bought it. He tells me to stay still. He loops the ropes around my wrists and ties them over my head to the head board. Then he takes a slightly skinnier piece and puts it through my collar, tying that.