?And what else?? ?Sometimes I get the strap or the cane.? ?And tell David how you get it and where.? ?I always have it on?o...?the?the bare,? she stuttered. The youth sniggered making her face flush with shame once more. ?On your bare what girl?? ?On my bare?b?b?bottom!? Unable to contain both his disbelief and excitement David Langley started to squirm on his chair. His cock was rapidly growing rigid. ?You see David,? said the older woman. She moved forward, and urinated all over my hair, then ordered, “Turn your face to the right, and open your mouth.”I did, and was rewarded by Her pee flowing around and partly into my mouth, over my nose, and dripping onto the floor. Some of it ran up into my left nostril, and I struggled not to flinch or turn away.Finally, the stream stopped. The urine continued to drip off my face. Its acrid odor filled my nose, and its salty, bitter taste assaulted my tongue.“Close your mouth, you look like. I know you are not a fan of being tied down, but you trust me implicitly.As I tie one necktie into a handcuff knot, I say “I know you’re afraid, but trust me. I won’t hurt you.” I place the knot behind the headboard, and you let me put your hands through the slats and into the loops. I pull them tight enough to make sure you can’t get out but not so tight they’re uncomfortable. You give a few test tugs, trying to escape and find you can’t.I tie a taut-line hitch at each end of the other necktie. I shook my head and smiled at that comment. I didn’t know the two boys very well and this was my first real impression of them. They changed the conversation and I went back into my room to continue reading my book. I had never heard anyone talk about me like that and I definitely never expected it to come from two 16-year old boys. I suspected they knew about me.The following morning, my son had gone to have breakfast with his father and the two boys showed up shortly after. “What are you two.