She was a divorced lady that had these loud clicking high heels that let you know she was coming into your close proximity and the scent of her French...perfume was enough to make me dizzy with the excitement down between my legs.When she had me face down on the sofa for my trimming session, all I could think about was how many guys she had pulled her knickers down for and if she took it up the ass like my high school teacher. It made me pause to consider my own sexuality and I definitely came. As we drove back to Sharon’s, I started plotting more sexual exploits which would include the use of the handcuffs. As we pulled up outside Sharon’s she asked me if I wanted a brew. I replied “I was hoping we could go upstairs!”. With a huge smile Sharon got out of the car and opened the front door. I walked in and was dragged upstairs by an extremely excited Sharon. I pulled the handcuffs from my pocket, which seemed to instantly excite her as she slipped her dress off and discard it to a. ?Now Hester, you know that that is just not right. Nor is it proper. What would Momma say, if she found out?? ?How’s Momma gonna find out unless you tell her, ‘cause I sure ain’t gonna say nothing? Hester shot back at her, a loopy grin on her face. She wasn’t about to make her sister have to give up her bed, just because her mother might find out about it. And who cares if she does find out, she thought. After a few minutes when neither sister said anything, Hester cleared her throat? . ”She chuckled. “What I am saying is congratulations. You have successfully integrated into the real world. You have escaped the influence of Newton Grove. You have found a life you can call your own.”If I was hearing her right, then she was complimenting me. “Who are you, and what’ve you done with Faith?” Yes, I really asked her that.She smiled. “May I have some tea?”I nodded and poured two glasses. I joined her in the living room, handed her a glass, and sat on the only chair. I didn’t recall.