There was a leather brief case beside his desk: it was full of his papers and stuff. So I took off my knickers, squatted over it and filled it with pi...s. All his papers were soaked: it was one of the most satisfying pisses I've had in my life. By the time I'd finished his stuff was swimming in piss. Then I went back into my office and waited. At first nothing happened: then about 4 o'clock he came through our door with a face like thunder and told us all to follow him into his office. The other. My table of goodies sat in the left hand corner of the room, the light danced off the various toys scattered across it. In the centre of the room hung the shackles, a shiver ran through me with excitement. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a chair. Giving myself another look in the mirror, my thoughts filled with what was about to come. The door opened, I spun around as he entered. He was clothed and this disappointed me. “Close the door and strip.” I turned from him and. Had she not known that he was nearing fifty, she would have guessed his age to be no more than in the mid-thirties."She's beautiful, Michael," he grinned, dropping a hand he had proferred as a greeting. "Handshakes are for men. I prefer a healthy hug for beautiful women ... that is if you don't object."Smiling, she shook her head in the negative and opened her arms. The hug was no more than a quick friendly squeeze. Still somewhat stunned by the father and son resemblance, she mumbled something. "I must blindfold you, dear, when it's your turn, for your eyes may give you away while your mouth will be quite safe!" Alice nodded her head approvingly."I don't, however, propose to give you girls much torture. After you both have had a turn, I'll tie Mrs. Blunt to this couch just as we did Fanny. Then I'll threaten you with a whip, and you must pretend to be terrorized and consent to do everything I tell you. I'll first set you free and blindfold Mrs. Blunt, then order you to feel her, then.