My collar was attached so all I could do is stare at the ground. A thick leather strap was secured around the small of my back. It felt like my th...ghs and calfs we secured the same way. I was totally immobilized.When they moved to my wife she began to protest. "No please, I don't want to be bound to that. I'm just here to get even with my husband. The fucking fairy never takes care of me anymore. I had to be a slut and go to Eric and my boss to get laid. Suddenly there was a crack of. Each morning we would go down for a swim and afterward go back upstairs for breakfast on the balcony. Once we got inside, I would swap my wife's bikini bottoms for a very small sarong wrap that tied around her waist and I would also remove her bikini top. That was the way she stayed for breakfast. The wrap was only about 12" wide and was tied in the front leaving a lot on show. We would sit out on the balcony and have our breakfast. Once we got coffee we would move to more comfortable chairs. " Tom, will you please tell your son not to refer to me as Aunt Connie. It's making me feel old," she said petulantly."Vern, you should respect your aunt's wishes." So ... I should just call her Connie?" he asked carefully."Sure ... or Babe ... or Hot Stuff," Tom cracked.The laughter by the three of them was contagious. It was the first time Tom could remember laughing in quite a while."Don't you dare, Vernon Lynch," she said, poking him in the chest with her finger. "You may call me Connie or. I really meant that I love you ... and I want to stay with you forever.”He rewarded her with a tender kiss. “I know, honey.”She snuggled up against his chest, practically radiating happiness and contentment. John stroked her back, enjoying the feelings of affection and protectiveness she stirred up in him. Hidden behind Betrixa’s irreverent and playful nature was a sweet-natured and sensitive woman ... and it was always a privilege when she let him see glimpses of the other side to her.