After two further unproductive hours at my desk, a quiet knock at my doorwas followed by the appearance of Charlie, printed report in hand. "I'vecomp...eted the analysis and one of the account boys kindly offered toreview it for me. He's assured me that it hits the spot. I've emailed asoft copy to you, but I thought you might prefer to look over a hardcopy," she said. Was it my imagination, or did she emphasise the wordhard just then?"G-great, give it to me," damn it where has this stammer. Wendy twists and turns, forcing her bound body round. Suddenly she has her back to me, half kneeling, half leaning against the settee. Her arms are tightly bound, but her fingers are free enough to fumble and finally grasp part of her skirt. Time passes, the relentless tick, tick, tick of the clock. Slowly, slowly, the skirt rises, black nylon becoming visible above the bondage tape that holds her knees together.“Right the way up, Wendy.”Slowly, slowly the skirt rises. Wendy breathes heavily.. I knew my son was at that akward age when his body is changing and he must be curious. I also knew he had a full on man bush and masterbated alot. The thought that he might be masterbating about me did make me very wet. So for the next several days I left the door open when I showered and a few times I would leave my robe loose enough so that my son could get a beaver shot here and there. The next few showers I did catch my son peaking at me and checking out my beaver. Then one day as I gave. ”Shaking his head, Oliver asked, “What would you do if the Gods and Goddesses were to ask you to die on their behalf?”“I’d do it without hesitation.”“Why?”Getting serious, Oscar said, “When I was under attack in Afghanistan, there was no way I could have survived without the intervention of the God. My life since then has been a gift and what a gift it has been. I don’t break things anymore. You have no idea how much that means to me.“I’ve gotten to love two women who are drop dead gorgeous..