..but you're all mine, baby..." Hours later, Stacy awakes to a dull throbbing in her arms and around her waist. She opens her eyes to find herself in ... semi-darkened room, with only a couch and chair visible. There's a light shining above, and the chair is placed in front of her. Stacy realizes she's tied up; arms behind her back, helpless. A rope around her waist hoists her a few good inches off the ground, so that her feet are just dangling off it. Stacy struggles to free herself, but all it. As my beating heart echoed like a big base drum in my ears I crept toward the bedroom door. All of a sudden, my toe found it. I though about covering my mouth to stifle a scream, but I was too freaking afraid to say anything.I peaked around the door to see what the noise was and didn't see a thing. I walked cautiously toward the den, shaking so badly I thought I would pass out with each step I took. About half way through that room, I could see into the living room. To my surprise there in. “Oh Frank” she said softly, “Didn’t you know that the sense of smell is the best way to see if clothes are dirty or clean” which is something I do but not necessarily for that reason. My mouth totally overruled my brain at this point and I blurted out, “Yes, Julie I did know that and often do that as well as wear them” I said and Julie looked half shocked, “What?” she said, “You mean you wear your daughters panties?” she said picking up the red thong again, I could sense the cog wheels turning. She held me there wiggling the tip of her finger keeping the contractions pulsing through me. I’m not sure how long it lasted. It could have been seconds or hours. She was holding me there, an arm around my back, a hand cupping my ass with the tips of her fingers sliding through my folds and entering me over and over. Her thigh had slid between mine and I was rocking my hips against it. My head laying limp with my forehead against her shoulder. As the contractions began to slow my awareness.