' I say, 'Yes, but I went one step further and imagined me getting up behind her, lifting her dress, pulling her panties down, and having sex with her... and I pictured her letting me do it.'"I see her gulp. She didn't expect this, but she pats my hand and says, 'I'm sure you're not the first boy to think those thoughts about his mother. Obviously, your own sons thought those thoughts about your wife and took it one step further.' I'm a bit taken aback because she used the term, 'your wife' when. Next was to tie one end of the anal-beads to a hook in the wall. It was a long line of them and they were quite large. Then I got on all fours and tied the ends of the scrotum-rope to my toes. This way I couldn't stand up without ripping off my balls. I crawled slowly backwards and pushed all analbeads into my ass. Then I took the handcuffs for which I burried the keys and locked my hands behind my back.My face was on the floor with my ass high up in which I had a bunch of anal beads. My. Like 10 or something.But that’s what dad talked about whenever we were there. The old days, as if he’s like ancient or something. He’s really only 40!He told us last year on our camp out, that back before the WCG, you couldn’t hop on a transport and fly to Singapore for dinner like I do every Friday and I believe him, so we can thank the World Community Government for that too. Dad said that even a trip to Los Angeles was a pain, let alone going overseas.He said there was even places, back. "So," his partner said, coming out of the bathroom with a flashlight in hand. "Whaddya think? Teacher is having a secret affair with student. Killer might be a jealous lover of one of them... comes in, finds them together, goes into a rage and kills her first," he nodded to Ms. Crow, "and the young one tries to come to her aid and fight him off with the umbrella... gets stabbed... killer drops the scissors and hauls ass." I like it. So far that makes sense. Anything in the bathroom?" As a.