He got a big grin, “You are probably right, but you have to admit I have been very good around you.”“True. So here is what I was thinking. I wil... call her, tell her I received something really special last night and I want her to come over and see it. I’ll explain you had to go somewhere and since you are going to be gone for some time this is a perfect time. She has never been here and wants to see the house so I am sure will come. It is Sunday morning, she is not doing anything. During my formative years, I remember accidentally walking in on my mother riding my father in coitus. She was in reverse cowgirl position, facing the door. I walked in on my beautiful mother’s voluptuous breasts glistening with sweat, bouncing rhythmically in time with my fathers thrusts. I then got yelled at and left immediately. But that vision stayed with me until at least a dream could become reality. I’ve managed over the years, to catch glimpses of her naked body, doors cracked, me. That's all I remember.'I was swimming late one evening. Two men overpowered me, then the samething. The next I knew I woke up here naked, chained to the ceiling. Therewas a man with a whip and he said I was now a slave'.'I don't see how it's possible' replied David. 'Slavery is i*****l, I'msure we will be missed and traced'.'I am not so sure' said Alan, When I protested he used his whip. Then hehad me adopt certain postures and caned me when I got it wrong'.'Me too' said David.'I said we would. I am excited, but also nervous, even though we had taken every conceivable scenario into account, but it was possible that we missed something, actually, it was quite probable. I did not want to get caught. How would I explain it? It would be so very embarrassing.I pull into the parking lot taking a space a bit away from the entrance. I check the mirror once more, and carefully I lock the car. My heels tap out a steady rhythm, heart beating faster. By the time I pull open the door, my face is.