I could notremember being taken from my imprisoning cage. Could this just be another ofa long series of erotic fantasy playing out in my mind? My legs...now spreadwide, my ankles firmly secured into new manacles some three feet wide. I feltmy legs pushed back forcing my knees towards my chest exposing my naked pussyand ass. My wrists also well manacled, stretched out from my body at shoulderheight slightly bent at the elbow. My body now lay flat with arms and legsslightly higher, tight straps. You'd better make sure they're sitting down when you do that!" Good point.I'd also been talking to Julia while walking, and I was pleased that I could do that and still keep the halo going properly. The concentration required was a major commitment. I had seriously considered using only eight blobs to free one mind up for conversation, but eight would have been a significant reduction in quality.I canceled the blobs, happy to stop the mental effort required.I had another topic to discuss with. At David's last words, the men in the congregation had eagerly surged forward to do what they would with Margie. Her beautiful underwear was now almost ripped from her body and several burly men now bodily lifted her naked body upwards towards the crucifix. At the same time she felt a greasy hand slopping muck onto her asshole, and she immediately knew the purpose as she was located on to the massive cock of Jesus which, with her downward weight, pressed at the hole of her ass, pushing it open. To the outside I was June Cleaver with a pearl necklace. In our bedroom we talked about fantasies that grew into watching videos. That’s how the idea of being given to Black men was born. One summer we decided to take a small vacation without the k**s. We packed my daughter with my Mom and went to tour Napa Wineries. As we went from one wine tasting room to another, I noticed a good looking black gentleman who seemed to be with our group. We struck conversation and I learned that his name was.