When my eyes adjusted, I saw something — or should I say someone — else. It was Kate, standing in the doorway of our room wearing nothing but a lo...g white nightshirt that fell to just above her knees. I lay frozen for about 10 or 20 seconds, expecting Kate to say something to her mom or maybe go over to Ewa’s side of the bed and shake her awake. But Kate just stood there still as a statue for a while then began mumbling something. “Kate, are you okay?” I finally whispered. She didn’t reply but. Then after that first song, which they just let us dance to, Jeanette and Christina actually started dancing together as well. “Well it seems that your mom is getting along with my daughter,” John said as he looked over at them. “No kidding. Is it weird that I saw a father and daughter do it with each other first before I saw 2 women slow dance together?” I asked. “Maybe. But shit happens right?” John asked. “But this isn't shit,” I replied. “I know sweetheart. But you can't always control. The rope harness holding her bound wrists behind her back just below her shoulder blades made it almost impossible to get to the rope hobbling her ankles.Almost.The captives fluttering fingers finally touched some rope, the length that lashed her hobble to the foot railing. Carefully, she twisted and scooted until the fingers of her one hand touched a knot.Gently feeling the ridges, Stephanie tried to picture in her mind the knot the best she could. Even if she didn't have the damn latex hood. I squirmed happily, enjoying the arousal, before realizing what was happening."Josie," I squealed, sitting up quickly, "what do you think you are doing?" Playing with a gorgeous tit," she smiled, nipping my neck with perfect teeth, "like it?" Yes, I mean no," I stuttered, "Yes it feels good, but no, you are not to do that." Why not if we both enjoy it?" she asked, "I am old enough, you know. Not like I am under-age, and not even like you are taking advantage of me."She giggled, a hand trying to.