Lengths of the cord quickly went around each wrist and out to the cornersof the headboard and then I released the elbow cinch and pulled each arm tofu...l stretch before tying them off. A couple of minutes later and she was in a full spread eagle with her bootedfeet tied to opposite corners of the bottom rail. Tricia had no place to go, she was blind, gagged and very, very vulnerable! I took off my jacket and then settled down beside her with my head proppedon one hand while I let the other. “So have you finished Christine yet?”“What? The Stephen King book?” It took a few seconds to register but then she started laughing. “Now, pardon me, I know you’re my employer but I think I’ve known you long enough to tell you that you can be such an ass sometimes. NO, I meant your aunt Christine’s story.”“In fact, I’m writing the last installments right now. The one with mom and her. Want to take a look?” “Can I,” she says as she gets behind me and starts reading real quick. “Humm that’s. "You really want to divoce me dont you?" she asked, she never seemed smaller, like she had become the child. I didnt want to do this here, in the airport. I agreed that I would pay for her lawyer, anything to get her to stop crying, it was sad, so fucking sad. Not because I was being mean by pressing the divorce, it was sad because up till then she could have admitted she fucked up and did me wrong, she could have offered to make things up to me, she could of paid me the money for their bar. Her legs were open slightly giving me a great view of her mound, a few stray hairs were poking out the sides and just a hint from the waistband, pubic hair was the rage in the 80’s and I loved it, still do today.I couldn’t work out if this was all a ploy or what was going on but seeing my mum in her underwear, although not an unusual sight, was starting to turn me on and it wasn’t like I could hide it well.As her eyes closed and she soaked up the sun I managed to quickly look down to see what I.