" before sitting back, getting comfortable on the couch.James tried to relax, to let his senses center on Zoe. He could feel her excitement, her expec...ations. He concentrated on her, his senses narrowing, he could feel her, feel a buzz, as if she were a live wire. He closed his eyes, concentrating on that feeling, exploring it, looking for a way past, through it. He was about to back out, to withdraw his mental probe when he saw it. A bright white spot, different that the emotional colors he. Her hands had been freed from the simple handcuffs in which she had entered the room, and men were fitting her with steel cuffs and a collar matching those worn by the beautiful submissive girls. When they had finished, the host said: “Why are you here, Natsuko?” “Please, to be tortured,” she replied in a little breathy voice. Good, I thought. A simple request for punishment would hardly stimulate the appetites of these sophisticates. Exquisite torture of willing victims was more in their line.. Maybe the magic mirror only saw thosechildren who were sympathetic to Miss Sally's cause and all of thoselessons she taught about sharing, wasn't that actually based on Marxisttheory? Well I had nothing to hide except maybe some pot smoking incollege, and I did inhale. My daughter mood was still unchanged. She would be her old carefreeself during the day when she was surrounded by her friends. But sometimeslate at night, I could hear her soft sobs mixed with cries of mommy. It'stoo bad. Then she let go and said "I'm sorry I know I'm gonna seem like a huge tease, but..." The suspense was killing me. If she said she had to leave I might die. I was willing to accept just lay there with her, but I wanted to badly to touch her. "Could you just...look I'm really nervous about this. I've never given a hand job or a blowjob or fucked anyone. Can you just go first?" I was so revealed "of course. I've never done any of this either, but I'll give it a shot.” I placed my right hand on.