They did not seem to want me anymore. Then as the reader that I am I had stumbled across your stories. Within the first paragraph I knew that what was...written was powerful. I was thawed almost immediately, and actually quite wet by the end of your first story. By the time I had read all that you had created. I knew I needed to thank you. So I had arranged for us to meet. So that I could show you just how you made me feel. Back in my younger years all my boyfriends had told me I had two things. It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen many of the Macnabs and several of their girls have grown up a bit in the last few years. Besides, I might be rather busy myself.”It was easy to tell that the two were teasing each other. Their looks and actions left no doubt that they were deeply in love with each other as well as excited physically by their mate. I had known of places with such open societies but had never experienced it myself. Now I could tell that no matter what physical activities. "You do know your own mother. Why, yes it was," replied Kathryn. "Don't you masturbate, when you think of me?" All the time, mother," he said."Well, we won't have to masturbate much longer, you're coming home tomorrow and I'll have you all to myself. Plus, we're spending your spring break on the Gulf, just you and me. I hope we get out of our room long enough to get a tan," said a very happy Kathryn."Mother, that's what I called about," said a rather sober Derrick. "I won't be coming alone,. She felt hands all over her as she passed out.She awoke in some sort of box. She was naked, and the gag was gone, but her thumbs were still tied, and the bag was still over her head. Dim light filtered through the fabric and, though the air was stale, she could breathe. The sides and lid of the box were smooth, but not metal, maybe clear plastic, since light got through. There was hardly room for the width of her hips, and her knees were bent, with her weight on her butt and heels. The.