My dad had owned an old MorrisMinor that was quietly going to seed at the bottom of the garden,covered by tarpaulin. It might be a real pleasure to ge... it out andslowly restore it over time. I even considered... Yeah. What the heck?After I'd polished off my lunch I went out back and made my way throughthe hanging branches of the weeping willow. The car was tucked under thetrees alongside the garage, wrapped up tightly as though my dad mighthave gone back to it at any time to take it out for a. "Chris soon stood before a mirror in a blue business suit with a pleadedskirt and matching pumps. He told the sales girl to give the suit andtie he had on to charity before leaving. "I don't know what I wasthinking going out of the house without a bra." He thought to himself ashe noticed a nearby salon. "I think I have time for a leg wax beforereturning to work." Ah, Christine," Mr. Johnson said as Chris gave him the suit from thecleaners. 'You look a lot better this afternoon." Thanks, dear.". Brad stood at the basin and stared down at the steel cage as he ran cold water and body lotion through the bars. Finally, he managed to pull his cock out and it bounced above his dejected balls that were still caught in the metal device.With the chastity cage still dangling comically from his testicles, Brad knelt back down in front of the chained woman.“Please,” the woman trembled, her body trying to become one with Brad’s lips.Her body had now choked any rational thought and he slid down her. Once he got home, he knew that his parents would be nagging him about his social life. Danny was looking down at the ground and stopped suddenly. Beneath his foot was a crumbled piece of purple paper. He didn’t know why, but he picked it up. The paper was stained and had only a few words typed on it. ‘Delilah Caldwell — for the control you need, I can give it to you.’ Danny read the flyer over again. He glanced down at the bottom of the sheet and gasped. Written in tiny cursive writing were the.