" Good. I know you'll like Dad. He's such a down-to-earth kind of guy."With some guidance from Michelle, we arrived at her father's home just before n...on. We hadn't been in any rush and the weekend traffic was light on the 401. The house was more of a cottage that had been updated and expanded, but it was right on the beach and had an unrestricted view to the south.As we pulled into the narrow crushed rock driveway, the front door opened and two people appeared. The man, I assumed William, was. She sucked in her gut, loosening the ties, finally able to fill her lungs as the garment grew loose around her. She fumbled nervously with the ties in the front, anything to prolong the inevitable. Lord Bishop had slowed down stroking his organ, Charlotte almost wishing he would cum. She couldn’t delay any longer, the corset falling to the floor, Charlotte kicking it to the side, not wanting to let him see her with her bare breasts dangling down if she bent over. She looked down, her nipples. She had gotten herself into this situation.The path to this place was far too familiar. It always began with a sexy bad boy. The rush of her arousal inevitably blinded her to the stupidity of her choices. No matter how she tried to avoid it, the ending was always the same. It would become blindingly clear the guy was a complete asshole. Then she would come crashing down into reality, left with only self-disgust.“After all, how can I blame them?” she told herself, “I’m the whore who’s willing to. ? She then looped two lengths of rope round thehead rope and threaded it all the way under all the rope down her body andround her groin, either side of her cunt lips and back up the fasten it tightto the front of the rope by her mouth. It cut into her groin. With thewoman protesting loudly Mistress Claudia rolled her onto her back, or ratheronto her legs and arms as they were fastened all up her back. She was balancedon her head and her knees now and in pain, her cunt wildly exposed..