Donna made sure, that as her best friend, Angilee was matched with what Donna called the "pussycats", men and women who, although they might have unus...al tastes in sex were in no way dangerous. Although most of her clients simply wanted an enjoyable evening with good sex, some were kinky and others downright bizarre. One wealthy industrialist and his wife had Angilee dress in a very revealing maid's costume, then pretend to clean, as first one and then the other would "seduce" her, each in his. I carried the rest of the gear to the kitchen."When I do my Saturday routine," Mae explained, "I like to put some soap in my first enema." Why soap?" I asked."It gives the enema a bit of a kick." She opened the tap in the kitchen sink and let the water run to warm up. From the small plastic box she removed a bar of Ivory soap and set it in the measuring pitcher. Mae let the tap water run over her wrist. "This is a good temperature," she said and I let some flow over my wrist.She held the. Once her legs are freed, I rearrange her limbs so she's lying face down on the table, her compressed breasts squashed even further between the weight of her torso and the hard wood below. I tie together her ankles so they are crossed, then pull them all the way back to her wrists, bending her knees at sharp angles and exposing the delicate regions between her still-stocking legs. To further accentuate the view, I tie a line around her ankles and attach it to the hasp on the back of the gag.. I guess that's what woke me up because it's really violent. The thunder is so loud that it shakes the walls and makes me jump. The wind is rattling the windows and howling down the chimney. The lights have blinked off a couple of times already. I hope they don't go out because I don't have a candle nearby.He was on my mind when I woke up and I wish it was not so. Maybe I should say "it" was on my mind. I haven't thought about that night in years. He's searching, I can sense it. I felt I had to.