There was a hole for my dick. There was a paded board in middle to keep my legs apart. It has seven belts, two were for my ankles, two went behind o... my knees, one went right below of my ass, one went across of my lower back and one went across of my upper back. He belted all of them tight and closed the door and then locked it. He asked me if I was comfortable? I said yes. In front were a pair of handcuffs attached the stander. He went around the front after he spanked my ass and placed. Instinctively, her hands pulled at the restraints - warm leather cuffs around both her wrists and ankles that spread-eagled her for the young man's entertainment. In one sense, she was entirely helpless as the straps lacked any give. Were he to abandon her, her situation was nigh-on inescapable: she might rather sensibly starve to death of thirst and hunger before working herself free from his bondage. Yet in another sense, she remained very much in control. A single word, a single shriek of. Any history of that in your family?"Maria shook her head. "Not that I know of." You comfortable with the possibility of not being a father?" That's something I've tried to avoid." You alright with having real breasts and a round rear?" How big?" That depends on your genes. How big were your mother's?"Maria flushed. "About, uh..." She gestured, moving her hands in and out."About a C-cup. How round, where placed, that depends on her too. Judging by your aureoles, you'll have a nice perky set of. I swear I should thank Jen and Steve for giving me the chance to meet you. I don’t know what it is or why it is or even how it is. But you just feel right. Holding your hand, talking with you, just being with you. It feels like where I’m supposed to be. YOU feel like where I’m supposed to be. I know it sounds stupid and crazy and we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I don’t know what I’d do without you…’ I trailed off on that last comment and just looked at her again. She had the.