But she seemed to be unaware of this and even if she did it doesn’t bother her … So we completed the work and were tired too much so she said she ...ill make a tea of both of us and while that she asked me to look at the house and arrangement and tell her how was it … So as asked by her I began looking at the house and I liked the decorations made by her while looking at her bedroom I saw her red bra and panty which was enough to give me an instant hard on I took her panty and started smelling it. I knew he was getting the rope. I was turned on by this knowledge even more. I loved when he tied me up, I loved him doing what he wanted to me.He tied my hands to a post on the bed frame. His body hovered over me as he tied me up. His cock rubbed against me. It didn't matter that I still had my leggings on, and him jeans, he was so large it was hard to miss an erection on him. He lowered his body, arms wrapping around my back and neck. He kissed my neck and than my lips. Once again, I lost. They then place a rubber mask that smells sweet over my face and ask me to take deep breaths.I wake up at that point screaming. I have no idea what the dream means, but it started when Jim put that anesthesia mask on my face. I try to keep this to myself but eventually my aunt becomes concerned and makes an appointment with a psychiatrist. I tell the psychiatrist about my dream and how it’s upsetting my life. He requests that I submit to an experiment so that he can better understand my. Dad sat in his chair, reading Dostoyevsky. We clinked china and glass and bumped elbows."Has Father lied to you?" I whispered.She shook her head. I think she might have worried that I was being indiscreet. Whispering in the house was a federal offense.I waited until the soapy water had drained and the faucet sang with clean flow. "Cheated?"Mother handed her drying towel to me and left the room."Mother, you should finish what I asked." Father pounced.She didn't return to the sink.He left his.