I don’t know why, as normally I would cover myself up in front of my Nan, but I felt comfortable and left my genitals on display. My Nan laughed and...asked if I wanted to see her boob again in a sarcastic tone. I smirked and asked her what if I did and she casually opened the top of her dressing gown to reveal her bare breast. My eyes shot directly to her exposed breast and something about her breast turned me on; I knew it shouldn’t have but I felt like I wanted to grab her, rip her clothes off. Elizabeth leaned in to speak to Owen.“Do you know what you’re doing?”“No!” He shouted back and smiled. For some reason, that made Elizabeth feel a little better.“You never meant for me to be tied to you, did you?” She had to know.“I wouldn’t take it back for anything!” He shouted and kissed her. Elizabeth felt a lot better.Jewel had never before felt the tingly eager attraction she had for this beaten man. She saw the cast on his wrist, the purple around his eye, and her pussy wept for his. And in all that time she had only had three orgasms. But none from him. He had fucked her body and her mind and her spirit. She hated him, she loved him, and was scared to death of him, but would never leave him. Then she began to cry.I went over and sat next to her to comfort her, but there were no tears. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her. She snuggled in and I rubbed her back a bit and then she rested her hand on my leg. I was aware that my little sundress had risen to my. Short black skirt.Tight fitting black top. Red velvetneck collar. Black high heels, and to bring with hertwo pairs of handcuffs. This last item worried her most, but she darenot refuse. What would she do if the first thing he asked for, she had not got.It didn't bear thinking about.? For twodays she sat at home, watching the computer, waiting for Him to say something.But nothing came. Since telling her he was coming, Nothing! She sat looking atthe handcuffs, the cold metal somehow both.