She placed one foot up on the dresser so that her legs were spread and the soaking crotch of her bright blue panties were on display to him."See what ...atching you did to me," she said as she showed her son the large wet stain in her panties and her glistening thighs. She noticed that her son's cock which had started to lose some of its rigidity as she explained the situation to him began to pulse again sheathed in its yellow silk confines."You're not mad?" He asked sheepishly reaching down to. . Light ... Bright!Béla blinked. As her eyes focused, she recognized the sun crystal embedded in the roof of the arborium. Something dark and heavy was lying on top of her, crushing her.'Can't breathe... 'The crushing, heavy, dark weight moved upward, eclipsing the bright light. It slowly changed from a dark fuzzy blur into dark haired young girl.'I know you ... don't I?' The face was smiling down at her, a bright halo of light around her lustrous dark hair. A bright red design glistened on the. Involuntarily, my own juices started to well up as I watched, sensing Celia’s agonising pleasure, as more of Astrid’s vicious strokes fell across the soft white flesh of her back, criss-crossing it with livid red stripes, and now drawing long moans from the noblewoman’s mouth, as she writhed in her bonds. Tears were soon streaking her cheeks, mascara running in lines down from her aristocratic grey eyes. When eventually Astrid unclipped her cuffs from their rings, she fell into the Swedish. I felt a little bad about it though, but would she be that mad? As she said, she wants her dad to be with someone too. But she was really happy once I made up that fake boyfriend. “No, I wouldn't lie to you. You are my best friend,” I replied. So I bullshitted her completely. I can't say it was all that easy to do though. I hated lying to her. But I just put it in the vault as Jerry Seinfeld would say. Then a few days later, John and I were alone again in the living room sitting on the couch..