Apart from the photosafter...it'll be easy."I sighed in resignation, Sarah really had the bit between her teeth now,there was no getting out of this. ...Go and put it with your other stufffor the weekend, we don't want to forget it do we?" A horrible thoughtsuddenly hit me, "What about your father, will he be there?" "Oh! no,"she said, "he doesn't approve of gay relationships, he won't evenacknowledge that his son is gay," she paused for a moment then added"but Caroline will."Caroline, was her. She had a couple of pillows under her head, raising it up so she could see me in the doorway, where I was frozen in awe. She had a powder blue nightie on that was designed for her hair. It had thin straps over the shoulders that were mostly covered by her red mane. She wasn't flat on her back - she was somehow up a little bit and her legs were bent. She looked sexy, wholesome, innocent and slutty all at the same time. This wasn't my Mom.The nightie looked to have 3 or 4 layers. The outside. Slowly slowly her headache was disappearing and she became more and more aware of the situation. A chill went through Shylaja’s spine when she realised that she is no longer in bed but tied and hung from her hands and what was more disturbing was that she was hung from the ceiling totally nude. Her legs too were tied hard. Her beautiful long hair which reached below her round ass too were open and loose. She wriggled and started to scream loud, which stopped abruptly with a painful spank on her. It wasn’t until later that she even wondered why it was Dutch she was dreaming about and not one of the jocks at school. And who were those other people her mother kept talking about. That was SOOOO nasty. Maybe it helped turn her on . . . maybe. *** Dutch moved into Rosa’s embrace. She hugged him tightly and kissed his shoulder while her hands were busy rubbing hard against his back. ‘That was sensational!’ Rosa moaned, filled with satisfaction. ‘I must have come a hundred times.’ ‘Oh, really,.