I heard something clattering to the floor and looked up startled to find my dad cleaning up his mug of coffee."How on earth did you manage to spill an...entire cup of coffee... hey I hope that wasn't my bloody coffee" I said as I swung around the counter. My skirt lifted and floated a little as I walked past him and spun around to the coffee maker. "No love it was mine. I erm… just got distracted for a second" he said looking off to some other place I couldn't see ever so slightly. There was no water nozzle, no faucet or hot and cold controls.Instead, there was a rack.That's the only possible description. It was a big open square, like a huge picture frame sticking straight out from the wall. At the top were wrist cuffs. At the bottom were little shelves with ankle cuffs where I was supposed to stand-- like metal bondage flip-flops or something.||Please stand in the frame|| The speaker in the ceiling requested."The hell with that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In. She was very pregnant and I held the door open for her as she left and then I followed her out. She was reluctant to speak to me but I walked next to her and I think she was getting worried in case she was seen with a man other than her husband. She stopped and pulled me into a ginnel and held a finger to my lips."Shh" she said, "Listen, our belief, our parents, our families are very strict, we are bound by our parent’s wishes and I love Malik very much and what we did is very dangerous. I. Liv had left instructions for the sheets to not be changed after her session with Jay. But she wanted her body to be clean for her.As Steve dried his wife’s backside, he teased her, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have a little thing for Jay.”Liv wrinkled her nose. “I don’t have a thing for him!” she protested.He laughed, “Yes, you do. And it’s fine, baby. At the end of the day, I know you’re mine and you will always come home to me. So, it’s perfectly acceptable that you enjoy being a.