Besides, no man will ever touch my body. Even though isee a tied up woman crawling to me, i know under the clothes and ropesthere's a man. And being...tied up in my room can also be punishment asthe night you failed to relieve Margret and spent the night tied to mybed. Frankly dear, i just enjoy tying you up even for no reason, but justa thing to do for me. Now, no more questions. I want you to put a chairin the center of the room, unbutton your blouse and take your tities outof your bra,. Darlene moaned softly as Dad raised his hand to her breast and squeezed it appreciatively. To my surprise Darlene lowered her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, exposing her attractive boob to my gaze. Dad put his hand to her bare breast and squeezed, seemingly unfazed by my presence. My dick began to harden at the sight of this interplay. I knew that Darlene had to feel it rising beneath her legs and uncomfortably tried to hide it by moving her legs off my crotch. Darlene. Nanotechnology or something. I don't know, well, whatever. But as usual,new technology comes out what do people do? Turn it into a fuckingperversion. This wasn't about anything other than control. Aboutgetting their kicks. Turning some poor guy into some sort of fuckingslave. And they had the money to do it, and the time to perfect it.They would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you. Therewere other girls... guys... just like you. But they are maybe too fargone. Somehow. The following week, as I began getting ready to go to the store once again, I thought about what my husband had said. As I stood in my room, I decided to try something out. I threw on a pair of yoga shorts along with a tank top that showed a little bit of cleavage and then headed for the grocery store. Sure enough, Bobby, who was the bag boy, immediately engaged me in conversation when I headed to the register. As he did, I noticed his eyes wandering, looking me up and down. He chatted with me.