She asked me to rub lotion on her back. I started on her shoulders and worked down over her back, ass, and legs. I made sure the lotion got inside her...thighs. After about forty minutes of lying in the sun, Abby flipped over onto to her back. "Quinn, would you please put lotion on my front?" I just reversed the process, starting from her shoulders and working down. But I by-passed her fantastic breasts. Abby saidd, "You missed two spots, one on the left and one on the right."I got a handful of. I walked out into the hall, and when I found mom, I said that Debbie was hiding in my closet and that we were playing a joke on her. Mom went straight for my closet and told Debbie to never do that again, because it scared her.“Both of you get cleaned up and dressed, because Dad is taking us out to a restaurant for breakfast”.We had dodged a bullet, and as we sat in the restaurant eating, Debbie kept glancing towards me and grinning.“You two knock it off. You think that you were funny this. I looked at Mrs. L lustily; she approved of it and started talking with me. She was also wearing lace bra and under strong street lights her brown nipples were standing out. We started to walk back their car as there we plenty other men looking at Mrs. L hungrily. We moved into a car near the side walk. I sat with Mr. L near the driver seat and Mrs. L sat on the back seat. Mr. L was giving her instructions and she was following them. She gave a doggy pose and showed me her ass, I touched them. I was more correct than I knew.The first inkling of what was to come was when, on Saturday morning, Dad installed a funny looking pulley and winch arrangement on my wall and ceiling. A stiff wooden bar with strange looking cuffs was then attached to the cables. "Lacing Bar!" echoed from my reading. It was both scary and inviting. Kevin lowered the bar, and told me to slip my wrists through the cuffs, which he buckled. I found they were heavily padded, and designed to distribute the strain.