He wanted to show us the old bed he had finally finished restoring. We were well aware of the bed. They had been talking about it for months. It was a... antique that was in really bad shape when they bought it. His wife seemed pretty excited to show us what he had accomplished.She led us down the stairs, along the narrow hallway and into the last room on the left. She ushered us in first then turned the lights on. The room was small and the headboard and posts of the bed were huge. There was her. When I were in middle school I used to get caught staring at her supple, lovely-shaped tits a lot, which embarrassed me greatly, even now (even though I admittedly still look when I can get away with it). She generally keeps to herself because she's so competitive, I don't think I've ever seen her talk about having any friends, let alone a boyfriend or anything. Spends most of her time tinkering in our basement.So one day, I was going down into the basement to look for my basketball, and I. .can you...untie me Aky? it just...kind of hurts now..." Oh..right..sorry!" He said untying me, I sit on the bed rubbing my wrists a bit then leaned over to hig him."You're really special to me...I don't wanna lose you...ever..." I said with my face on his shoulder and I slowly took a little distance drying his tear with my finger, still holding his shoulders. "Even with this weird fetish of yours you know..." I said laughing."Oh yah!" He said laughing too."but Now we need a bath...I think I. I didn’t want him to entrap me further.“It is adorable that you still think that I was offering you a choice,” Michael offered me a wintry grin. He sniffed my dildo. It was close to his hand on the drawer. “You WILL continue to write in your diary. You will submit a new handwritten page to me, confessing every little detail in that wicked head of yours. You will leave out no detail, or I will make you write it again. You WILL continue to spank Courtney, and I will help you set it up and support.