"Sit down, Mr. Strickland. I'll let her in." Are you sure it's her?" Elliott demanded, slumping to the couch, having trouble breathing because of the ...urmoil of emotions within him."No, sir," Garza answered, moving across the room. "I'm only sure it will be the girl I saw in the show. You will have to determine if she is your lady." Yes. Of course," Elliott said, recalling that Garza had only tentatively identified her from the snapshot he'd given him. "Let her in, please."Garza opened the door. " 'Textiles'?" He had heard this word before but never used in quite this way."Yes, those who are still hung up with their clothes."His eyes scanned her form unbidden. She was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit and a cream-coloured blouse, and unless he missed his guess a bra as well. Rather a lot for a (he looked on the card again) naturist, he thought. "Aren't you a tad overdressed?" You wear what is socially appropriate, and for this first meeting, that would be this outfit," Amy advised. What could I say? Mom was beautiful, sexy, a true wet dream for me. My appreciation showed, too, from an erection bobbing up and down.She let me feast on her nakedness then reached out her hand to me. She pulled me onto the bed next to her and rolled onto her side to face me, placing her free hand on my upper arm. I opened my mouth to tell her how much I liked what we were doing, how exciting it was, but before anything came out, Mom took her hand off my arm and placed a finger over my. Madam reappeared, changed the plate for a large mug of tea, and withdrew once more. Naturally after the tea which was nectar to me, I tried to release my ankles, but the small padlocks on the shackles defeated me. The ape returned, thrust me back onto the rack and in seconds I found myself re-secured at wrists and neck. This time with a little movement, though not a lot but at least I could see who was using me this time. The ape was first, using me urgently and powerfully, though hardly.