"How did this happen?" she asked. "I mean how did it get started?"Lori looked at Bobby, but he shrugged, as if to say "Don't ask me?" She glared at he... brother when it became obvious she would have to answer that question."Well, we were cooking one day. We were making pies and cookies and cake."Claire remembered that day. She'd come home to find the kitchen completely trashed, a whole pan of cookies burnt to a crisp, and her children giddy with laughter. They'd been so happy she couldn't be. Lucas had two other drinks but I'm not sure what. He blabbed about his problems and I told him how I felt about you being away from home so often. We were having fun and didn't even realise it. I was loving the attention Lucas was giving me, but thoughts of cheating were never on my mind. So, I guess you’re wondering how it got to the point where your best friend of thirty years ended up fucking me. It was around 11:30 when an interesting man interrupted our conversation. He appeared to be in. Never make eye contact always looking at the floor. Always sitting kneeling at the feet. And wearing only things that are given to me.S: good. Do you like these restrictions?N: I’m a submissive I like humiliation, sir.S: good. So you will follow all these from now on with us too. But not only during BDSM sessions but also other times. Always. We can talk about exceptions if needed.N: Yes sir.S: so, Miss, please kneel down on the floor near our feet and head low in submission.N: Yes. Suddenly he's pulling me off him and standing me up, walking me to my truck. He opens the back door and leans me against the interior, hands working up under my shirt. "Wait, I have a little something." I say, and then reach into the grocery bag behind my head. I pull out the box of brand new condoms. He takes one and puts it down next to me, but still continues to feel me up. I pull my shirt off and he unclasps my bra, twisting my nipples. He nibbles around them, and then is sucking them.Then.