, and ran into another couple we knew at the event. They asked us if we would like to go out to have some drinks. We went to a bar not too far from th...re, and after a few drinks we decided to walk across the street to a nightclub to have a few more. I can't even remember the last time I was in a club, and this place was full of people in their young 20's. Being in our mid-30's had us feeling a little out of place. We were hanging out by the bar, having lots of drinks, and mixing in some shots.. "Holy shit, I didn't think she cared sheis always so standoffish." Yeah but that's just her, you know cool rock chick." I got her adrink and we stood there shaking her head.I had to ask, "So, what do you think?" I don't know what to say, I really like her as well, I always have."I laughed cutting her off. "Hah I fucking knew it.... I knew it."She giggled. "Mi I don't know what to do, now Molly... I don't want tohurt her and what about the band?" Fuck the band... If you like her tell her, she is. Her feet and knees were spread wide open with more nylon straps and plastic pipes. She had a baseball bat sticking out of her pussy, the big end was stuck inside her. She had wooden spring clothespins on her nipples, and she had duct tape on her mouth. She was certainly secured and immobile. I had to give the guy credit, he sure knew what he was doing.I just stared at Mom’s nude body for a full minute. I had never seen her naked before and I was enjoying it.Finally I reached over and gently. My bottom was stinging like never before. I just lay across Sharon’s lap and cried. Sharon rubbed my bottom which always soothed me, but there was no rubbing between my legs and her hand never made it anywhere close to my pussy. After what must have been a long time I stopped sobbing. Sharon asked me, “What’s her name, Ruth ?” “Marion,” I answered. “What will you call her in future?” “Marion,” I repeated. “Yes you will,” Sharon said firmly, emphasising the point by landing another whole lot of.