.."Right again as I felt my pants slide across my stockinged leg deliciously. The shock and humiliation of my situation had my cock so hard. I was luc...y that the panties channeled it to the side and it hadn't escaped them."Just imagine if I had made you wear my special high heels... the ones I strapped you into with locks last night..."A small groan escaped my mouth at this and a couple people glanced over at me."Your turn... give 'em a sexy show, sissy!"At that moment, I was introduced to. After about half an hour a woman in her early forties approached us. I was somewhat taken aback when Rosamund rose and made the introductions, at which the newcomer addressed herself to me in native Low Dietsch, which of course took me completely by surprise."This is Mevrouw Kaete Rosenhagen née van Bruggen, the widow of your Uncle Paul who died last month in Limburg," Rosamund explained.I had never met Uncle Paul; he and my father were brothers but couldn't stand each other. Rosamund had. Hepointed to a chair at his table and waited until I sat, then seatedhimself with a groan. "Now...about Master Evans?" I asked as he finallysettled in.The old man moved uneasily in his chair. "Master Evans has found himselfin a bit of a fix, my good fellow. It would seem that thy master hasstretched the truth to the elders in his village once too often." He lied to them? Why would that matter to anyone?" I snickered, "SurelyMaster Evans can handle himself enough to soften the anger of. ??It was fun, wasn?t it? It was at least a dozen years ago and I used your stockings to tie you to the bed. I recall how you squirmed and thrust your groin upward to meet me. You clearly loved that game. The sex was great!??Oh yes, it was?, I replied, eyes closed, remembering? ?Is that why you bought handcuffs???Yes, I needed something I could apply quickly and securely. I couldn?t expect you to allow me to slowly tie your wrists with stockings or ropes so I settled on real handcuffs. .