When shehad that one tied she went to the foot of the bed and took my right legand pulled it out to the corner of the bed. I felt something loop aroun...that ankle (my robe belt) and then felt it pulled tight. The left one wastied the same (with panty hose) and I was at her mercy. There I lay,naked, aroused, and tied to the bed.This was just the first year we were together so the absolute trust Ihave now was not all there then. This was out on the edge for us both,and I was getting very excited.I. I thought of going to the Police, but I thought about what would happen if that email got out, especially to my ex-wife. I'd never see my k**s again. A dark realisation came over me. I'd have to play along. At least for the time being.I sat in a state of bemusement for a good couple of hours until eventually my phone beeped. It was a text message.Here is your first stockings/panties/plug check. Send a photo back within 2 minutes or there will be consequences.Oh my god, I'd forgotten. I rushed. Orland is naked from the waist down. His pants are off and he is on top of me. Part of me wanted to fight him off. The other part of me really wanted to be his Christmas soloist. What could I do? “Sing for me now, Carla. Open up and sing the praises of God. Sing how much we fit together. Your tight young body sharing my cock. Do you like it, baby? Want to be my soloist this year?” I couldn’t speak. His cock felt so good and I knew that if I moved I would start to cum and cum and not stop. He. I hadn't heard a peep from mom since she'd ordered me to leave. I found her in the living room, sitting straight up on the couch, staring at the curtains like a prairie dog.When she heard me sit down beside her, she blinked. "I'm afraid your father must be delayed at work." She patted my knee and tried to look consoling."Mom, dad died three years ago." I chose to remind her. I thought maybe I could snap her out of it, but my own memory of his loss welled up in my heart. She simply stared.