She's my mom's sister, but I wonder if mom shared her with dad. A few little episodes just clicked in my head." What kind of things?" Like when I was ... teen and arrived home from being out with the guys, and they were all upstairs in the master bedroom talking about decorating; or how Amy dressed all sexy to join mom and dad for dessert as I headed out for the night; or some of the whispered phone calls. There's more. Duh! I bet I missed a whole lot growing up."Bob said, "I can hardly wait. I. Youcan wear it for a couple of hours to get used to it."By bedtime, my feet were killing me. I found that the corset kept me soupright that there was no way to even lean back in a chair, so Ialternated between standing in those heels or sitting on a stool.Finally, it was getting near bedtime and Alli offered to help me undress."You know you're really going to thank me for all this someday," shesaid. "By the way, we'll spend the weekend buying you some more workclothes, getting your nails done. The gag had an air hole running its length, so that Lori would be able to breathe easily in spite of her torturous corset.Tito next placed a pair of 6’ stiletto-heeled pumps on her feet, and instructed Lori to spread her legs wide apart. He had her climb onto two 12-inch square blocks of ice he had retrieved from a nearby freezer, now stationed about three feet apart on a plastic mat covering the rug. The ice blocks were kept in place by small low-walled boxes; it wouldn’t do to have them. A low cheer, then amused laughter set up as her hips jerk, twistviolently, feet dig into rich leather. Her head shakes mindlessly as shegrunts, gasps, squeals rawly. Her breasts swing free, bouncing back and forthbelow her with each torturing thrust. Another man climbs onto the sofa in front of her, presses hard on the back ofher head, forcing her head down onto his waiting cock. Cat calls from the crowdas her eyes stare in agony, her throat works, hands beating ineffectually on hisbrown.