She was waving to the crowd and had some sort of banner on her.I turned to the fellow next to me, “hey what float is that and who is the girl with t...e banner?”He answered without looking at me, “oh that Cindy Mathew the police chiefs daughter, she is the fair queen this year. Yup she is a senior and a real looker.”Oh shit, she is not 21, hell she probably is not 18. I am dead meat. Oh god her old man is the police chief, I am so going to jail. I look out as the float passes and she sees me. . To me, you're very sexy."She blushed at that comment. "Come on, let's dry off and get dressed," she said.We dried off, then got dressed and went back to the den to watch TV until our parents came home. When we heard Dad's car in the driveway, we met him at the door."Hi Dad, how was your day?" I asked."Not bad," he replied."Where's Mom?" asked Julie."I dropped her off at Mrs. Jones house. They're baking for the weekend bake sale at the church. I'll order pizza for supper." That sounds great,. The discussion seemed to be bringing some of her subconscious fantasies to the fore, and she was struggling with the embarassment of voicing them.“One day maybe you give me a show also?”, she said in a low voice.My penis twitched under my towel as she said this, surprising me again. My friend also squeezed my hand gently, conveying that she also found this offhand suggestion something of a turn-on. This weekend was definitely getting weird.I decided to steer the subject back to safer ground.“So. He pulled Brittany to him to kiss her. She willingly surrendered.From the coffee table Dave took the handcuffs and placed them on Brittany’s wrists in front of her. ?So you don’t run off while I pour the wine,? he said.When Dave returned to the living room Brittany was on her knees on the couch looking at the bound woman. He handed her a glass of wine, ?To your new adventure,? he said raising his glass.While Brittany sipped her wine, Dave got a magazine from his bedroom. ?How would you like to.