.'Sugar, we're Going Down' by Fall Out Boy kicked it causing me to bound around the dining room like an epileptic marionette. The gyrations brought ba...k fond memories of Mandy and me performing the Macarena at our school talent show. 'Talent' might be a stretch.Motioning her to sit, Mandy sat near the corner I had only recently pleasured myself on. Sniffing deeply she asked, "This smells fantastic! Are we having tuna casserole?"Without replying I broke out my finest Chinette paper plates and. Three weeks later, it arrived. Anxiously, we opened thepackaging. We found a game board, a bunch of gamecards, several playing pieces and some dice. At first,we were under whelmed. But, to be fair, we decided togive it a play. Boy, were we wrong. We quickly realizedthat the game’s combination of intimate questions,erotic activities and disrobing directions would beperfect for our purposes. We decided to invite Jim andCindy over that weekend to test out the game.It seemed like Saturday. .. "TORIL"Toril blinked awake. Clara leaned over him, a concerned look on her face."I dreamt I was at my home." Come, it is time for the morning meal." She rose from the bed and opened a side panel along the wall. She donned a simple robe and handed Toril one. He rose shakily and put it on, then followed her out into the halls of the Temple. It was a communal dining hall, with a long table where the meal was served. Clara took a wooden bowl and spoon and filled up on a hearty stew. She handed. They took me to a small, disused, windowless storeroom where they tied my ankles and wrists before gagging me and attaching me to the radiator. Now, as you well know daddy, the convent is a very old place and this was one of those old, cast iron things. They carefully made sure that there was enough slack in the rope so that I wasn't actually touching the metal and getting burnt but that, at the same time, I couldn't move very far away either. Then they turned the contraption on and, laughing.