”In the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Davey get me one?”“No you don’t, not for a few years for you!” “Mom!”Not old enou...h to drink but old enough to…. I laughed to myself.”Why did you call him Davey, you never do Mary?”“Don’t know Mom, just sounded good.”“Well kinda strange, Anyway, your Dad and I are going over to our friends for a few hours”“You guys want to come?” “No, we will just hang out for a few hours.”“We have to shower.”My eyes met Mary’s, talk about a look. We. He first made sure to get a firm grip on both legs. Once he was sure he had a good grip he slowly worked to force her calfs, ankles and feet higher and closer to her ears. Unlike before, he didn't want to force her legs up too quickly but wanted to find their limit and then work to increase and intensify the stretch and pain. As he had hoped he managed to work he ankles closer to her shoulders. As he began to feel the resistance of her flexibility he would hold her legs firmly against their. Moving quickly, he went through the dining area to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he carefully looked out the windows towards the dairy barn. Even the cows were gone – in the pasture. The two horses in the corral looked calm. He opened the kitchen door and cautiously moved onto the porch. And then he heard a muffled scream. James took off running towards the barn, knife in hand and murder in his heart. Skidding to a halt just outside the doors, he could here a man’s voice and a woman’s. Chapter 2 Holly was collared & leashed wearing an overcoat& spiked heels , she aws seated in the backseat of their Oldsmobile with her 19 year old daughter Cindy , who had long black hair& was wearing spiked heels , tight jeans and a halter top Cindy had a tight athletic figure , medium size breasts & a firm ass.. Holly was ballgagged , & Cindy holding her leash. Her cuckold husband Philip was driving them to a motel where they'd meet Franny and Master Todd.Chapter 3- BDSM TIMECindy .