Now I was risking so much in agreeing to meet the guy because he had flattered me and told me that he was enthusiastic about my writing.I had even mis...aken his chat room nickname as that of a female and was reluctant to chat with him in P2P. The first shock was that of his explanation of his nickname. But his explanation had me enthralled and we chatted for some time. I warned him that I was somewhat older than he at thirty-five. His "girl", he said, was thirty-eight and he preferred that age. I focused and realized he was holding a chainattached to a black collar around the girl's neck. She was also gagged witha red ball gag. As he led her down the stage, I got a better look. When sheturned, I saw that her arms had been bound behind her back with some sort ofblack forearm cuffs. I gulped my drink. Now, I knew I was in over my head. Mr. Miller's other son brought down the next girl. She seemed to be strugglingwith her composure. When she turned in front of me, I expected to see her. I crouched down and squirted lotion onto the back of both Scarlet’s thighs. Her hard ass was now directly at eye level. Looking down didn’t help, as now I was watching my hands reach out to rub sunscreen into her equally firm thighs. She giggled a little as I began to rub the backs of her legs.“That tickles,” she said, but as my hands moved ever so slightly onto the inside of her legs, I was sure this time I heard the slightest of moans again. Ignoring what was now the beginnings of a stir. ... Wendy!!!” yelled my Mother. She then pointed to the opening of the front door. My mouth dropped opened as Mrs. Cotton strutted in. She was wearing fire red 6inch heels. A tight black leopard dress that was two sizes to small for her killer curves. She had a big red belt around her mid section. I could see the small red bra trying to contain her ever expanding breast from falling out the top of her tight dress. She had matching red lips and newly manicured red finger and toe nails. I.