‘I need you lying down.’ He raised my arms over my head and secured them to the hook at the head of the table with rope, tying it tightly around m... wrists. He moved to my legs and spread them, tying each of them to the hooks in the same fashion as my arms. I tried to see if I had any give, but I was bound tight to the tabletop. Aidan stood beside the table with a leather strap in one hand, an old fashioned razor in the other. He hooked on edge of the strap to the side of the table and began. Mark pulled down her shorts and panties and caressed her tight cheeks.“Hey.”“What? I’ll be touching more than that in a few minutes. Hold still.” He tore open a wipe and swabbed an area. Fran yelped as Mark injected her. He rubbed the knot away, straightened her clothes, and sat her on his lap. “It’ll be a few minutes before it kicks in. Sit and relax. Let me know if you start feeling bad.” She laid her head on his shoulder.Mark had almost decided she had gone to sleep when she asked: “Are you. . it had been unbelievable, but not a dream. For the first time, he found that he felt guilty. It almost seemed that he had taken advantage of his mother. She had obviously had too much to drink last night and he could have stopped things before they went too far. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the moral character and now he feared that his mother would somehow hate him.These thoughts were running through his mind when he came down to breakfast. Like always, his mother was fixing breakfast and. .. If it would please you, y... you could take your shower now, Sir." "I... Yes. All right. Yeah, that's a good idea. Are you sure you'll be okay? I'll be like a few minutes. Maybe ten..." "Relax, Sir. I'll be fine. May I have a cold washcloth, please?" "I'll just get it. Would you like a glass of water as well?" "Sir?" "Yes, Annie?" She lifted her head and turned towards me, then laid back down on the pillow, looking up at me. "I'm fine, Sir. I've had worse. Please don't worry." I sighed and.