"I'll try not to beso -- difficult." That's better. We're having company later and I want you behavinglike a proper young miss by then." "C... compa...y? But I can't haveanyone see me like THIS." Upset made his voice even higher, almostcartoonishly so. He realized that he wasn't cooperating like he hadsaid he would. Mike hung his head. "I didn't mean to speak to youthat way. I apologize. I'm... glad... you're going to help me getready for whoever's coming." "That's the tone I want to. “Over here,” said Wendy to the man, who had obviously decided that co-operation was a good idea.Wendy got the man, who was, apparently, Simon, to stand in front of a contraption made of a tubular framework. There was a strap at chest height which she instructed Anne to buckle around the man’s chest whilst she continued to point the pistol at him. Once he was attached to the frame Wendy had Anne attach his ankles with the velcro straps that were hanging from it. after which the frame was tilted. The feelings of pleasure built like a wave from her pussy up through her bound breasts pushing more and more towards her head and brain scrambling her thoughts like a whirlpool. The tidal wave of emotion built and eventually pushed its way out of her mouth as a low guttural moan. Her eyes closed again and she was close to losing control in the middle of vegetable aisle of the supermarket. Just as she couldn't control her body anymore and her legs were about to buckle, the vibrations. They were left in peace until both had finished their drinks when a waitress appeared, took their orders and replaced their drinks."Some time soon I'd like you to meet my family," Simon said."So would I." I'll have to try and fix it for a weekend when Tricia's at home." How often's that?" A bit like you. Once or twice a month." OK, my love. My every weekend now is yours so just let me know."Simon smiled delightedly and he squeezed her hand. "That sends shivers of happiness down my spine."She.