"Okay, when I tell you to take a deep breath I want you to hold it until I tell you to slowly let it out." With that she placed Cindy 's hands on top...of her chest almost like she was laying in a casket. "Okay, deep breath." Cindy took a big breath in and held it. After a few seconds, Michelle leaned forward and put her weight on Cindy 's hands. "Okay, slowly let it out." As Cindy slowly exhaled, I could see her head start to turn to the side and her eyes begin to close. As the last of her. Umm a video, I thought but of what? The flat screen went blue then the picture came on, it was our bed room and I could hear talking but no one was on the screen. I heard a deep voice telling my wife he was ready. Then my wife came into view and crawled on all fours on the bed to where she was looking straight into the camera . At first she was so close I couldn't see anything but her face. I looked over to her and said heavy makeup, must be a new guy. She was watching the TV and answered. We took Sandy to a nice dinner and walked around town for about half an hour before returning to our place. I made coffee for Sandy and me, but Jeff stuck with Cherry Coke. Rather than watch TV, we sat down for a game of Scrabble. Perhaps with Sandy’s help, we could slow him down. I don’t think it shows a lack of modesty when I say I am a very smart person, extremely well read with an extensive vocabulary. Sandy is nothing short of brilliant. After the first game Jeff was barred from ever. She came out of her bedroom dressed like a tart, as I had intended. Her eyes were wide-opened and she had crossed her hands over her breasts trying unsuccessfully to prevent her nipples from showing. “I can’t go out like this Richard!” she cried. “You must, you agreed to obey!” I towered over her, and she meekly agreed to submit to my commands. “Are you wearing panties?” I asked. “Yes, of course,” she replied. “Show me.” I growled. She raised her dress to reveal white cotton bikini panties. I.