......................................................................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had pre...ared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed. He didn't seem to care; he was busy disrobing himself. So off came the shift as well, and then she lay back submissively on the blanket, the wool scratching at her back and buttocks.Vladimir joined her after a moment, and while she lay there passively, he began to suckle at her nubile young tits, while with a finger he spread her wide and then began to penetrate her with it. He was rough, but much more controlled than the first time, and his finger inside her only caused the occasional. She hoped that this man, a cross-dresser, might be a better fit; mightact in ways that complimented her rather than conflicted with her. Butit was a big risk.Sam walked in the store right a bit earlier than he usually would,forgoing safety because he was so eager to get the pretty new clothes.He went straight to the closest counter, which just happened to bemanned by Barbara. She recognized him as he approached, and saw aglimmer of recognition in his eyes as well. He smiled and before shecould. Include the Smiths, the Lieutenant and Colonel and, of course, Kitty. The Adams family and Sheila. Let’s get the doctors in—not the ones from Washington. The four we see often here in Orlando. Of course, my wife, me, and you. We’ll hold the party here and have it catered. Yes. It’s time we saw some actual benefit from this circus since I’ve yet to get paid. Elizabeth is not to be concerned with any of the preparation. Get cleaners in to do a complete deep cleaning of the house. Caterers to.