Pleasure from the feel of Vasanthi’s hands on his sides, runs through him like a sweet spring time river, the feeling ebbing through his body slowly... Her touch soft, sweet, like silk drawn softly across his skin, each time her fingertips moved.Softly he moaned under the touches of Vasanthi’s silken hands against his flesh, ripples of pleasure ran through him, softly, coaxingly. His hands delicately danced along her sides, fingertips caressing the sides of her breasts. The feel of them pressed. I did not know how soon that would be put to the test. Greg said let me make a call and we will get the girls tattoos take care of asap, we got there and Greg told the girl there that we needed a master Tat, she said yes Master what would you like, he pointed to me and said this is Master Glenn and we will be Marking his slaves, she looked at me and asked do you want to see what we have or do you have your own design in mind I said let me see what you have first then I will let you know. So I. Her nipples throbbed slightly from the rough treatment only a moment ago, and the lack of vision set her heart pounding in her chest.In such a haze, she was only vaguely aware of what Madam was doing to her body, as a series of ropes slowly took away Lily's freedom. First, her ankles were bound to the chair's legs, then her knees, forcing her legs apart. Another set of loops trapped her wrists to the chair's arms, then still more rope at her elbows and shoulders insured that Lily was at Madam's. All thoughts of my predicament pushed out of my mind. “Thanks,” she said after the last piece was tossed into the trash. “Wait. You're not Brenda. Are you?” “Uh, no, Mom, I'm not,” I answered quietly. “So what are you doing wearing her clothes? And her makeup? And what's going on?” “Um, it's hard to explain.” “Give it a try.” “We better sit down. This may take a while.” Ten minutes later, with each of use having a cold glass of tea before us, I looked at my mother and smiled. “Um, I don't know.