Sandra hit a lever and the shackles snapped shut. I struggled a bit but couldn't move. The collar thing was released and then Sandra came over in fron... of me. She was holding a pair of scissors, she snipped them at me grinning.'Oh no what is she going to do now, ' I thought"Silly foxy is still wearing people clothes but animals don't wear clothes. Now keep still foxy or else you may loose more than your clothes!" she said and came at me with the scissors.She began cutting my clothes off. I. E. there won't be a schedule to them, and they probably won't be in any kind of order. I'll just post them as I'm inspired to recount them. All are true, some things have been changed to "protect the innocent". I'm in my early 40ies-ish so the vast majority of these events transpired over 20 years ago some are burned into my memory, others have some details that have been forgotten. Bit of background first. I've been...exposed, for lack of a better word, to sex since I was very young. Like. Her hair, Jet black in a Page Boy style, Brown skin, Almond shaped eyes, a revealing fishnet black shirt with no bra. Was that her nipple caught in one of the many holes in the material? I got excited, as I imagined taking her nipple into my mouth, gnawing gently, flicking my tongue against it. I had to shift on my bar stool, my clit piercing was rubbing through my underwear, against the material of my khaki pants before continuing my inventory of her. She brought the rest of the outfit. Are you okay?" I think we are fine Mister Sherwood; I am Nicole Boudreaux and this is my daughter Rene'." What happened to make you be going so fast?" The accelerator stuck on my car and the brakes didn't work. I didn't know what to do as my car careened across the interstate. Then my car rolled over and that's the last thing I knew until I woke up here on the grass." We saw your car pass us and go across the road and roll over. We stopped and I had to break the window to get you out of the.