‘Let’s not talk about politics or careers or school work right now,’ he said as his mouth sought hers and kissed her in a manner destined to lea... to even more intimate contact. Sally didn’t try to deflect Frank’s obvious intention, and returned the kiss, her arms encircling his bare back. The kiss lasted several minutes, tongue dueling tongue. Soon, Frank began groping Sally’s breasts through her thin blouse. This was not an unusual activity for them. They had petted in this way on several. He too was stupefied by the scene.“Thank you. We’ve tried to make it nice without being too crazy,” replied Becca. “Every generation tries to add something to the legacy. Jack’s father did a major rebuild on the house, adding the guest wing. We redid the back yard and pool area. Come on.” She led the way across the patio to where Jack and the kids were already sitting around a large table.“Welcome,” said Jack, standing. Becca went around to his side and gave her husband a quick kiss, then. ”I lead you by the leash to another piece of equipment in the back of the room, a low padded table with one end narrowed. Along the sides are a number of rings that can be used to restrain arms and legs. Several cushions are stacked next to the table, allowing various body parts to be raised. I am sure you are familiar with this table and have used it yourself on occasion. It has many uses, from spanking or caning to fucking. I tell you to lie down and I place a cushion under your hips and. “Not to me, but to other women,” she said. Tears began in her eyes. “Even to little girls,” she added in a tone that was suddenly harsh.I could not believe such a thing; my mouth opened but no words came out. Then she shook her head sharply. “Never mind, I don’t want to think about that now. Later. Maybe.”And we spoke of other things.This day she has shown me a thing that sits on a wall of the room where we spend our days. It is like the box on the table, which she calls computer, but bigger.