She had much appreciated the fact that her deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his co...versation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his "tingle" that signaled his success in scratching her itch.Now that she was available once again for carnal use. His laughter died away and she turned to look at her only son and saw that he looked almost angry."If you don't like it mom, I'll take it back?"Teresa saw his anger, his displeasure, and perhaps his impatience and it scared her more than anything in her life. To have lived her life for so many years submerging her emotions, accepting the physical and emotional abuse without a word and then to find someone that loved her for herself... she felt horror at her blunder. Of course it was OK that he. In a few minutes he comes in, goes to my nightstand, picks up the handcuffs, and secures my wrists to the headboard. Then he takes the rope and spreader bar and secures my ankles. Finally, he places a blindfold over my eyes, so I have to rely on my other senses to figure out what he is doing. “Now,” He whispers, “time for your reward”With that, I feel him turn off the vibrator and slide it out of my pussy. Next I feel something wet on the inside of my thighs. I gasp around the gag when I figure. Karen giggled quite a bit as Imade love to her shoes, but I knew I had to perform no less a humblingand humiliating task with Karen as I had with Kim. The whole purposeof this was my total degradation and humiliation. It was unbelievablethat I could find this utter humiliation so sexually stimulating.Karen's socks were pale pink lacey anklets. She had worn them forcheerleading practice and once again I was lost in complete nirvana atthe task I was performing. The smell was even more pungent.