” As she spoke, you were noticing that the robe covering her abdomen was slightly pulling up. Hunkering lower, you tried to catch a glimpse of what ...t covered.“Pay attention!” she demanded.“As I was saying”, she carried on “you must use these bottles very carefully. They are designed to give you the most pleasure you’ve ever experienced. The pleasure I’m talking about is off course sexual in nature” she said seductively winking at you.“Firstly, drink the blue bottle the night before you want to. As you grew up I saw that you were just like James and tried to distance myself. Before James killed himself I used to be a smart outgoing girl. Part of me died when he killed himself. I withdrew myself and didn't take any of my exams. I don't think that I could live with myself if you also killed yourself.Gentle tears started to trickle down my cheeks, as I thought of theimpact her brother's death had on Mum. I couldn't imagine the grief andguilt she must have felt to. He was more like an older friend. I have to admit, it wasnt difficult because he was so good looking. He was a roofer and very well built. His long black hair was kept back in a pony- tail and he had a lot of woman around the reservation that I know would have liked to been with him. Sometimes I would try and sneak peeks at him when he would get out of the shower and walk to his room in just a towel. Besides, I had seen the way he looked at me when I would walk around in my tight little. The leg spreader cuffed to his ankles, again I cuff to hurt, the metal already chaffing his delicate skin, legs spread comically wide, his whines, his chokes, my laughs, everytime his hands struggled he choked himself, really choked himself, turned blue several times, mm mm. As I bent him over the cheap, round, imitation wood motel table, three feet around, he realized his vulnerability, his tears real, tough shit, as I secured his torso to the table legs, leaving his glorious cheeks taut and.