" Once I said, "Maybe I'll do it right here, right now, so you can watch," and she told me to go ahead. I didn't but I really think she would have wat...hed. And, no doubt, enjoyed it thoroughly. What really got this story started began on a Saturday afternoon when I was eating a sandwich for lunch and mom was outside on the patio cleaning the glass slider, spraying it and wiping the pane with towels. She had on some worn denim jeans and a red button-up blouse that was only buttoned about halfway. "You’re cute, sugar," one of the blondes says as she pinches Joe on the cheek."See Pete, we're going to have a ball," Joe says. "Look, we're here." Ah Joe, I just have a bad feeling...um." What's the matter, Pete, you don't feel good?" asks Joe."Yeah, that's it. I don't feel good. You go on without me," says Pete."You sure? We're gonna have a ball," says Joe.Giggle from the blondes."Yeah, I'm sure, Joe."The four of them go into the hotel. About an hour later Joe returns to the car not looking. ”“Oh Jill, this is so thoughtful, but you didn’t have to, really.” Beth looked through the items she had received and was very pleased and the apple pie. “Jill, please come into the kitchen, the kids have made up a snack for us and we will top it off with a piece of that wonderful pie.” They all sat around the table as John and Karen placed a plate of Nachos in front of each person. They passed around a heated pot of cheese so everyone could have as much as they wanted.They traded pleasantries. There was also some rope. Smirking slightly, he grabbed the plug and the lube. He was excited, he had never had much experience with this, and now he could finally re-enact his fantasy. Not that she was to know that. To her, it was as if he had done this numerous times. Hanging on the wall, just behind the table, was a pair of hand-cuffs. He took that too.He came back to the bed, and grabbing her hands, he cuffed them behind her back. Because he couldn’t resist, he stepped back to scrutinize.