.A touch. Concentration. A brighter flicker of light. A very faint metallic scraping noise, then nothing.Calm. Serenity. Breathe normally. Focus. Empt... the mind. Now...A touch. Concentration. A flash of blue.Click.Freya let out a gusty sigh and opened her eyes. Before her, the lock holding the chain to her wrist had popped open. She winced as she sat up, stiff muscles sending pain shooting down her limbs. She unhooked the lock from the chain and threw it across the room, then tossed the chain. Still sitting on the couch, he with his legs spread, her beside him facing his side cross-legged, he leans and kisses her again.“Emma do you think you can continue with another lesson? Then we will get something to eat.”Emma just nods her head in return. Everything that has happened to her since she entered his door eighteen hours ago is mind-blowing to her. She is loving all of it and doesn’t care about food, or anything else. Just how she can pleasure her Donald and the feel of his touch. It wasn't like Wendy to keep secrets from her.The next day after school, Chelsea went up to the attic again to search for the baby pictures for her graduation ceremony. Wendy was still at work since she taught fifth grade at the local elementary school. Chelsea continued to rummage through old boxes finding nothing but old Christmas, Halloween and New Years' decorations."Oh great, how in the world am I ever going to find anything in all this mess?" She asked herself.Just then, from the corner. Again. "Oh," this time a bitlouder. Again. "OH!" in a near scream.By this point, I could no longer control myself. I frantically yankedon the leotard, digging the Lycra into my slit, and letting it slipback, as fast as I could and the fabric would allow. Relentlessly.Screaming with each intensely pleasurable pass of the oh so soft andslick material across my clit.With a final aggressive yank I came."AAAAHHHHH!" my scream rang out, reverberating in the room.My eyes rolled into the back of my.