Bramm face to face. However, before I could even respond, Mom told me that Mrs. Bramm was going on a six-week cruise with her husband and that she wou...d almost certainly need her special anniversary earrings. “Of course,” I responded, taking the envelope. --- I walked up the gravel path to the Bramm’s house. It was a beautiful two-storey brick construction with a red slate roof, Greek columns supporting the porch and arched windows on both floors. It was evident from the house and grounds that. "Just swallow it, man - it's not as if it'll turn you into one a' them 'omersexuals!" she said through her tears. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or gag or vomit or puke. I sat down and rested against the lower part of the cross. I looked up into what appeared behind the curtain of dark hair to be a beautiful young woman, smiling at me. "I think you've got a bit of, ummm..." she said, trying her best in her present predicament to motion toward my chin. I wiped off the sticky residue and. Paul and I was the stuck-ee. Normally, one of the other accountants who work in my department would get that task, but Bill knew that I needed a fresh outlook on life in general. My divorce had been final for three months and I was still morose. After fifteen years of marriage–mostly a period of strife and turmoil–I was now a thirty-nine-year-old bachelor again. My ex-wife, Francine, along with her lover, had really taken me to the cleaners. She had gotten the house (where Asshole Baby was now. “NOW” she shouted and slapped her thigh with this thing that looked like a cat and nine tails. My new journey had begun.I quickly undressed and she looked me up and down. She told me the safety word was “silver”. If I said that she would stop. That didn’t ease my concern much. She handcuffed me and then tied my hands above my head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. She then got a bar which attached to my ankles spreading my feet over a metre apart. Rubbing my pussy she kissed me. “I am going.