I fell asleep.The next day we awoke and began to plot out our fantasy for the following weekend. We didn't get too far with the planning before we wer... both aroused enough that we had to pause for a passionate session of love making. But we eventually ironed out the fantasies and began to make plans.We made hotel reservations for Thursday night in an upscale hotel in Philadelphia. The plans were to have her seduce a man in the hotel bar -- a man traveling on business from out of town -- a. I return to the kitchen to find a tray loaded with sandwiches, cakes coffee and soft drink."Take this down stairs to the play room. It is through the black door in the garage." The cook says.I take the tray and when I reach, the stairs find that I have to take one step at a time, as the chain between my ankles is only just long enough to allow this.Upon reaching the door I place the tray on a low table next to it and knock. I hear muffled screams from inside, which get much louder as the door. Week Three included mostly day-time clothed flash dares where Megan would visit popular and usually crowded areas on campus and off. Her dress code changed from day to day but never included underwear. It was kind of a fantasy costume ball affair with Megan dressed in sexy gear suitable for various male fantasies like naughty nurse, spanking new school girl, tasty tart, Officer Nasty, sexy sub-Miss, and Fem( Domme) Fatale. Megan was instructed to innocently parade in this gear as if it were as. ‘I’m very sorry, Mother.’ It was nearly a whisper, but there was nothing appropriate to say. There was nothing I could say to make her feel better, and she just couldn’t help herself, at least not emotionally. I knew that she was devastated. She had barely managed a curt hello the night before when I saw her at the viewing. She looked small and lost next to my father’s casket. He had managed to look strong and imposing, and impossibly stern even in death. I hadn’t stayed for long. Later,.