Rolling my eyes, I headed to the door, throwing it open.“Mom—” I stopped and my mouth fell open. Eyes wide, I was frozen in mid-speech.“Hello,...Layla. Sorry to stop by so unexpected. I hope I’m not bothering you.”Jacob Fimmel was standing in front of me, smiling. The corners of his eyes crinkled with those lines you get from squinting too much.“Uh, hello Mr. Fimmel. No, its ok—I wasn’t doing anything.” I felt my cheeks grow red. Why couldn’t I have said something more...normal?“Good...” His. Her eyes went wide with excitement when she walked inside, a delicious amount of fear sending a shiver through her body. We weren’t playing dress up for these games, but she blushed so easily and delightfully that it was a joy. I closed the door and locked it so I could have her to myself. And I placed a hand on the small of her back because I’d also discovered that touch helped her a lot. “Hello Hunter. I think you already talked to your teacher about why you’re here.”And that. We’d talked a. Robbie said quietly, "maybe now is the time, Mom; you know--for us to do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris putting it to y our pussy, making a sandwich out of you."Her throat tightened, but she said, "All right. I--I'll go find some cold cream to grease you with. give me just a second."Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, she sped back to them and stood. Ready to go now, they went to the basement so she could receive whatever punishment was due her.He lead her to what looked like a large slanted table. Pulling her to her feet, he commanded her to remove her sack-dress and then pushed her face-first onto the slanted table. At the top of the table he fastened her wrists to two leather cuffs, her arms a littler wider than shoulder width apart and fully extended. He knelt down to the ankles and bound them together to the leather cuffs at the bottom.