"Do you mind if I join you for a smoke, there's a nice bench on the other side where your Grandpa likes to sit in the sun. I'm sure you'd find it more...comfortable than that old bucket on your nice little backside"."Ok lets go over there then I wouldn't want an olded man to stand while I sat my nice little backside on a bucket". They both laughed and walked to the other side of the garden and sat on Grandpa's bench. Sergei sat and Silva stood and did a twirll asking, asking "Do you really think. “Fine. You’ll look nice trying to balance on them.” One by one I attached the metal cuffs to her wrists and ankles, clicking them shut. They were padded with soft leather so as not to hurt her—torture is one thing: unnecessary discomfort is another. I did not yet pull the chains tight in their tracks, still leaving her standing freely within the frame. I went to the table where I keep the instruments and brought the new whip for her to examine. It was a cat-o’-nine-tails, each lash almost two. ” She calls out as she heads for the door.“You sure you don’t want to stay for a drink”, I asked. She smiled at me a said “Sure, let me just go change and I’ll be right back”After about 20 minutes, I wasn’t sure that she was coming back until I hear a knock at my door. Opening the doors I saw her standing there looking hot as hell in a green babydoll shirt that showed off her tits and a jean cutoff skirt that barely covered her ass. As I ushered her inside, I took a moment to check out her. “What’s wrong, Connor?” I asked even though I already knew what was wrong.“Nothing” He said.“Are you sure because I know why you had to move out of your room.” I said“Oh DO you?” He asked, getting a little pissed.“Yeah. I know all about you and Ben.” I said, walking toward him, “Steve told me.”He turned beet red again and then he burst into tears again and sat on the bed. Something changed in me as I watched him fall back on the bed, tears running down his fair skin, which was now red with.