I had taken to using either of our sons' rooms. It was just easier to leave it under a pillow instead of hiding it in our room ,and having hubby think...he wasn't enough for me!So this was pretty much how life was until that fateful ,life changing event.Julie the friend I mentioned earlier was a proper little gym bunny, where as I now ,nearing fifty was carrying a bit too much padding ,or so I thought .My breasts ,whilst always full, heavy ,okay BIG, had been caught up to by the rest of me! The. Amy was not one to have lain by that communal pool naked. Christ, I doubt the other residents would had stood for it anyway. So just where had she been when she got that all over tan?The problem worried me all afternoon. Later that afternoon I came up with the only answer I could think of. The girls were going to someone else's villa, one with a private pool area. The silly thing was the only person I could remember that we had met over there who had a private pool was the Major. He was an old. The team was feeling hopeful as they settled around him at the table. Rhonda asked him if he wanted some breakfast and he shook his head no.He took a sip of his coffee after loading it with the cream and sugar. Then he set his cup down, looked at each of them in turn and said, “I know Sophia is dead. If you want, maybe now I tell you how she died.”Rhonda, still feeling terribly guilty, put her hand on his arm. “Anton, you know you can tell us anything, but only when you’re ready. Ain’t nobody. After dinner, I started to gather up the plates and she said, "just leave it. We have more important things to do tonight. Follow me upstairs. "I felt a slight tremor of excitement and anticipation as my mind began to race through the catalog of possibilities. Bondage? Pegging? Perhaps some other kinky role play. In the bedroom she told me that her surprise would "take some time to prepare and that I should get naked and lie on the bed... but first, put these on." She handed over four cuffs and.