Now he took Mr. ,e on his shoulder and started patting my back. Now the amusement was still increasing as my breasts were pressing against his chest. ...till no bad thoughts in both of our minds. I was not giving up. I didn’t know what went in his mind, he put me back on his lap & he kept his hands on his chest & said now drink this as if he was breast feeding. I got a shock & I stopped crying. He won but still I was not coming out of the shock. He was in that position for sometime & the. She looked endearingly at the naked man lying on the table and ran her hand over his forehead. “Feeling comfortable my darling husband?” She asked softly. His eyes opened wide and he motioned with a nod of his head. He could not speak because he had a ball gag held firmly in his mouth by a leather strap around his face. Neither could he move; his ankles were bound to the bottom legs of the table and his wrist were bound to the top legs. “You seem very excited.” She said as she ran her hand down. "We'd have to get an apartment up there. Or wherever." That sort of made my stomach quiver."There's an alternative, though," Rhonda said. "It requires some manipulation of our agreements, but WIUB-TV has the ability to generate the feed. We would be pressed a little harder than we are now, but we'd host the show here at ten, edit and polish, then deliver the tapes to WIUB for broadcast at three. We'd be frantic and I'd have to employ Joyce full-time. I think she'd be willing, but editing,. Sing ... like that since he went home. Can I persuade you to sing for us now? Perhaps a duet with Becky?”It had dawned on me by this time that Daffy had figured out what Becky and I had been doing in the shower today, and what Sara and her uncle Steve had been getting up to a few months ago. Steve was the brother of Liz and Daffy, who lived in London, occasionally coming up to Norfolk for a breath of fresh air. I wondered how long she would continue to drop innuendos. Did she know that Liz knew.