Meanwhile, I still have hold of her shoulders and keep pushing her back down towards the waiting, glistening, sharp little spikes. She moans as her fl...sh makes contact with the metal pins, and again, more deeply, when her full weight comes to rest on the chair and pushes the evil things further into her flesh. I pull her back up a little and adjust her position, then force her back down. Just to make sure that she is sitting comfortable, of course. Now I swivel the chair around and push it. They got ready for bed kissed each other good-night and went into their rooms each sleeping sounder than either of them had done for a long time.Saturday morning meant a long lay in followed by a leisurely breakfast. They were going to Oxford Street shopping and would need to conserve their energies. They both slipped on skirt and tights with a jumper to make life easier when they were changing which they imagined would be quite a lot.They arrived at Marble Arch by tube and walked with the. As she went to turn, she found herself suddenly awaken to the fullest extent, feeling the sharp pain of the tight shackles that embraced her angles and wrists. As she twisted her limbs inside the silvery locks on her body, she realized her eyes didn't work. Nothing felt wrong, so what was going on? She could feel something around her head. What was it? Was she blindfolded?Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the cold, concrete floor. "Who's there?" the gurl asked. "What the fuck is going on? Who. Mom said, “Stella called me. She thinks that you are a bad influence on her daughter. What’s going on between you two?”Trudy replied, “Fern is my sex slave and I let her brother fuck her. Why?”Mom giggled and sad, “You are really something. How on Earth did you manage to do that.”Trudy replied, “Just lucky, I guess. You see Fern is very submissive and her brother is very horny. Besides I like to watch them fuck. Incest is great. I would prefer to watch threesomes though.”Mom said, “Then how.