I’m Charlotte Anne Kennedy.”“You keep repeating that as if you expect precise repetition to somehow give you a different result. That never work.... God, it would make my life so much easier if it did. Programming would be a piece of piss.”She looked blank.“Piece of piss – really easy,” I clarified. Despite her grovelling in the murky depths of the English language on television, she really wasn’t clued up on the slang.She paused for a long time, and when she spoke again, her voice seemed very. She looked relieved but did not move an inch. “I have one more pose if you are up to it,” I suggested. “I want you to sit down and bring your knees up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knees with your arms so that your breasts are not seen by the camera.”She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for support and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this. .. no bullshit. When I watched you feeding Caroline I wanted to be her. I wanted your nipple in my mouth. I wanted to suck those luscious tits of yours. And I want to dive between your legs and lick your beautiful pussy." Stop it!" Val said, her voice rising, "Just fucking stop talking like that." We did it years ago, Val." That was then."They didn't say anything for a while, but Val reached out and took Bernie's hand in hers and patted it while they watched TV. Bernie wanted to leave, she was. He took me over to an examination table, and made my lay on my back. The head was elevated slightly, and there was a pillow for my head. He looped a long length of rope under the table, then, with my hands at my sides, he looped the cord around my wrists, then wrapped the rope over my body. The rope went around me and the table three times before being tied off. Each time it went around, my wrists were looped and knotted. He slowly reached up and pulled my soaked panties down my legs. He.