We had become so used to masturbating with each other that I knew that we wouldn't be able to not do it when he was actually here, so I had resigned m...self to that. I even allowed myself to actually look forward to it. But I was nervous. It was one thing to be able to lie naked, or almost naked, in my bed with my fingers clawing at my pussy while my son and I talked on the phone but quite another to think about the prospect of doing that in front of him. On the other hand, I had pictured that. I felt she was driven. I was puzzled, however, by her sudden agitation and spent a little while trying to come up with an explanation for the rapid change in her demeanour. My ideas ranged from the banal to the fanciful, but nothing I could think of rang true. I would have to ask her outright when we met for lunch tomorrow. I sipped the wine and nibbled at the cheese and listened to the storm huff and puff around the house. One of the dogs was dreaming, giving out a series of muffled yipping. She watched him hawkishly from the safety of the rear of the counter burgeoned with cakes and flyers for local charities. Watched as his head nodded to something he was reading, watched as expressions flittered across his profile as he went from article to article. Her stomach was cramping a little from the elevated excitement he induced in her. Then he was gone. Just like that. He had left money under the saucer of his tea cup, arose with the paper under his arm and shut the door, with the. A door partially open which she can see leads to a bathroom with shower toilet and wash basin and make up mirror and desk.And through the mirror a large metal grilled door behind her.She notice’s the walls and ceiling has ring bolts or chains along them.And her mind shrinks trying to take this all in.Right the boss says to get you ready for bed.The stocks are undone and poor Stefanie staggers as her hands are roughly pulled behind her and a leather sheath is pulled up her arms her bra removed.