I can’t breathe so I stop fighting. You don’t say a word. You don’t tell me to hush – you don’t have to … I get the point and realize that...if I fight this will end badly. So I stop struggling and wait for a better moment when I can resist and maybe get away then … You tie my hands behind my back and take your belt off for my ankles but you don’t hog tie me just bind my ankles so tight it hurts to move them … the hard leather from the belt is burning on my skin but I don’t say anything out of. It was amazing how flexible thatskin was. And it was so thin. There was nothing on herbody anywhere that was anything like that. She strokedup and down several more times, watching that thin skinuncover and then cover up the knob. He groaned and she looked at his face. He was holdinghimself up off the bed by resting on his elbows. Hiseyes were watching her face. She smiled at him and said “It’s beautiful Bobby! I hadno idea it would be beautiful.”“So you know. A light blue shirt with the top three buttons left undone contrasted beautifully with the short blonde hair and I told her she should've been a cover girl,She giggled but I could tell she was pleased,"I'm nipping out for a couple of minutes mum" an idea had just hit me and, as impulsive as ever, I had to act on it.It actually took me half an hour and cost me just over a hundred pounds, but I was as excited as I could ever remember being when she sat on my knee and unwrapped it."A Polaroid!" she. Their incestuous relationship would see to that.She planned to turn her Nephew into a male whore, a profitable male whore. Butt she could only do that if he agreed, and went along with her plans. She did not want to hurt Tony in any way. If she hurt him she could lose him, and that was definitely not an option she was prepared to consider at present.As she lay there she realised that she had the perfect weapon for revenge. She smiled happily to herself as she reached for the telephone. Her.