Il me fait rentre aux toilettes des hommes et m’attache a coter de l’urinoir j’ai la tête bien attaché je ne peux pas la bouger, les mains att...cher dans le dos a mes chevilles je suis a genoux écarter. Il met me pince le clito avec une clip a document qui est noir, je cris de douleur et mes larmes coules -Désolé maitre je ne voulais pas crier -A cause de ça, je vais t’en mettre sur les boutes, je ne voulais pas t’en mettre mais tu ne sais pas écouter alors tu vas finir par comprendre -Merci. Fucking?" Oh no! I'm glad for her. When we talked she told me how incredible you were for her; how special you made her feel by making certain that she enjoyed it. SHIT! I should be so lucky!" Mom's eyes suddenly bulged and she gasped, "Holy shit...I didn't mean to say that out loud!"She went silent and I studied her face for a few moments before gathering enough courage to ask, "Are you saying that dad doesn't do that for you?" She nodded her head and I inhaled forcefully before softly saying. I ushered her inside sealing the door behind us, and commenced to take her on a tour. Now despite the lack of actors in the rooms, which were bathed in the red and blue running lights and the occasional strobe, she was becoming very excited She listened to the sound effects of chains, moans, footsteps, pipe organ music, and my narration of what the room was and what she would have seen under operating conditions. We wound our way through the house ending up in the Dracula room. The walls were. Does she know for a fact who I’ve been with? No. Does she know I’ve been with someone? Yes. I’m sure she suspects Melody. Beyond that, I have no idea. It’s not something I talk about with her. You only know because of the way our friendship developed.”“Because I shut you down.”“Because you did what you needed to do for you. And I told you, if you remember, I could accept that kind of relationship if that’s what you needed.”“And I told you ‘no’, because I had no idea if I’d ever want to do that.