“Of course not!” I was shocked. The guys were clearly displeased. One of them got off his seat, I got scared. The last time someone had done that ... had to stand with my hands stretched out for 10 minutes!I said, “Ok, ok, I will do it. Please sit down.” Satisfied, he sat down. I cursed my luck and started going to the bathroom to take off my bra. I should’ve known. “Stay here and do it,” one of them ordered. What? I can’t undress in front of these guys. Exposing a bit of skin was one thing. But. He is simply Mr. Gordon Allen, a retired solicitor in Leeds. My marriage is the last link to the peerage. I suppose I was considered pretty for the time. It was the 1960s and the world was changing rapidly. I was courted by a couple of viscounts – they are slightly lower in the peerage than an earl. My Andrew used his father's lesser title – Baron Stratford. That title passed to Evan and, of course, now belongs to Andy."Andy gulped noticeably but no one commented about it."My Andrew, in his. "I want more close-ups of you, Papa." Nosey smiled. "Juicy, against the wall, please."I heard an unmistakable grinding click and looked over to see Juicy was now in 'costume'. He must have borrowed some leather from Cutie. Juicy had the leather tassel nipple rings, a large, thick collar, handcuffs on a chain, and a stiff leather cock sheath with a ball strap. None of it - except the sheath - looked like it was really binding him, but it was a fucking awesome affect.Juicy walked over to at wall. She should know better than to ever believe any girl saying she is safe. You behaved admirably David." David I apologize for my assuming the worst, son. Your fame has caused me to believe you might have been using that fact to take advantage of the freedoms we are allowing you," mom said coming over to hug me."Dear, Annie did not go home because of how David scolded her, it goes deeper than that," dad told my mom. "She did not know this girl at all. The girl apparently got in a car and drove.