Mary's mother was a statuesque woman; they fit much better than last weekend's robe. And I must admit it felt rather good. Selecting a satin dress fro... the collection, Mary slipped it over my head zipped up the back. The style may have been years out of date, but it was soft and feminine and felt strangely comforting. Every time I moved or a vagrant breeze blew I was again aware of my attire.A bit more rummaging produced a vintage outfit from one of her aunts that fit Mary very well. We went. ” “Where?” I asked. He said, “We can go to my house. On Sunday evenings my folks are at church until late.” The outstanding thing about this dialogue is it was completely innocuous, just two seventeen-year-olds talking, as if they were planning on going swimming at the local pool. When we got to his house we sat on the living room sofa and he said, “What now?” I asked him, “Have you ever done this before?” He grinned and said, “No, but I think I’m about to.” I told him, “Well, we get. ” I said, “Honey, somebody may see us?” “We will be fine. Their is nobody anywhere around here.” he replied. I thought about for a minute and decided what the heck. I slowly lifted my shirt up off my petite 38 year old body. My nice looking tits were now exposed as my husband took several shots of them. He wanted me now to take my shirt off. I quickly looked around to see if anyone was coming. I then removed my shirt. My husband was getting very excited as he snap picture after picture of me.. Dad came back down a few minutes later. He picked me up and carried me over to a longer, thicker table that was pretty low to the floor. It was little more comfort than the last. The table had stirrups for legs-- it looked like a kind of ob/gyn table! A small part of me had hoped my torment had come to an end, but when I laid eyes on the table I knew it hadn't. Dad pushed me down and began restraining my legs, splaying them wide apart, each foot tied in its own stirrup. He uncuffed my.