"Haunted Forest", the Lion read aloud. "I'd Turn Back If I Were You!"With a cry, the Lion turned and prepared to run, but the others stopped him.In he... bedroom at the Castle, the Wicked Witch of the West reached out from under the covers, and caressed the huge crystal ball. The scene of Dorothy and the others faded away."She's no fun at all to watch," the Witch grumbled. "Let's try another channel..."Mists inside the crystal formed another scene. A room dressed in pink and white, with glitter. I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it's legs, the center piece of lumber digging into my chest and belly, my tits hanging down. Tight clamps on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Before clamping my tits, he had run the chain through the handle of a two gallon plastic bucket. The bucket hung several inches from the floor, my nipples stretched tight. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss. I had to make a master plan to make her mine. I came up with this. I asked my friend for his fake fb profile for next three months. He was operating this fake be profile from long time and in no way it looked fake. I changed the password. And sent Mami friends request.Profile was by the name kabir. Dp was attractive and profile was full of pictures of same person.Mami was quite active socially. And request was accepted next day. But she didnt replied to the messages.A week later my mom and I. Isolde and George both laughed, and Isolde, said, “Oh look! A French maid!” They all three laughed then, and George said, “Get up here, Fool, and hand me the tray while you get yourself settled.” He reached out and took the tray and the bottle from Terry, who walked around to the other side of the bed, untying the apron as he did so. He carefully hung it over the back of the chair, and setting his pillow upright, clambered into the bed and pulled the sheet to his waist. George set the tray on.