“Yes, Honey, that feels good, keep going.” Mom eventually stopped and rolled to lay on her side, hugging me.After a while she said, “Thank you, ...oney. Let’s get your underwear back on and you can go back to sleep.”When Dad came home from work, Mom got up to fix his breakfast. As I always did when Dad got home, I took my cue and quietly moved back up front to join my brothers and sister on the fold-down couch.****************I have since wondered many times why Mom desperately didn’t tell me to. Give them a show she shouted to herself, give them what they want. Her nipples were hard and she sent a hand up to pull at them. Her shouts were now loud and powerful, the tension begging to be broken. Now both hands ran ravenously over her body, her nails dug into the skin with electric waves and she gripped her breast hard, it had been so long, too long!Her white body writhing around in the afternoon sun, the rush hour traffic slowly creeping on by, she felt alive. She was glad of the mask,. I try and struggle as my ankles ropes are finally undone feebly kicking and flailing my legs but strong hands grasp my legs before I can do much.And I feel a leather cuff going around your left booted ankle then my legs are pulled wide and a leather cuff is wrapped and buckled around your right ankle as again I mutely hear the snick of padlocks closing.I try to bring my legs back together to cover my modesty as my panties must be well exposed but there appears to be a metal bar between the. "Thank you for making this a special date," Laura was not looking at me. She held my hand and gazed at the skyline."We need to get you a dress to wear," I said, thinking of where to take her for dinner."Let's not do that. You know what I would like to do?" She looked at me, wanting me to agree to whatever it was she was going to say."Aren't you getting hungry?" I had not told her about my lunch with Huley and leaving half of my food uneaten."Let's grab something someplace where we don't have to.