I feel him pull it over to the right one and secure a piece of chain between them. It's about a foot long. Now I can take steps but could not run. I f...el like a kidnap victim again. There is a rush of excitement in my stomach again. He unlocks the right foot. He moves up to my right wrist and unlocks it. "Do not do anything stupid. My princess is counting on you." He says. He unlocks my left hand. "You have two minutes to take care of business. I hear him leave the room. My steps are short not. They yearned even more. But I was not going to let this go too far. I was his mother, and these were extraordinary circumstances. He had almost killed himself, if I hadn't come in time, if he were missed too late . . . I didn't want to go there. Just be in the moment, I told myself. Just allow this little thing to happen. It happened before, earlier this morning, now it was again. But we were undressed, and both awake and . . . and God! that felt good on my tits, no one else - besides. I couldn'teven explain exactly why I was crying but it felt so good to release allthose pent up emotions raging through my body and mind. I wasn't sure ifI was crying from nerves or fear or some other emotion. I was just soconfused by all my mixed feelings. However, within a few minutes thefeelings passed and I stopped crying. I got up and changed out of mypretty outfit. After I removed my skirt, top and bra, I stepped out of mypanties. I momentarily cringed as I saw my very small organ. I was hard as a rock and glanced across at Steve who with his eyes told me he was too. I leaned across and whispered in Audrey’s ear “Feel Steve”, she turned and faced him her hand gently rubbing the front of his pants, as I caressed her nipples. Steve stood up and took his pants off, his erection clearly visible in his boxers, sitting back down again Audrey flicked her hand over his crotch, then moved in for a full stroke. I began to pull her skirt up and soon it was around her waist, again.