But the minister at the youth mission was able to put you in touch with some foster parents, Rick and Debbie Larsen. Rick is a counsellor, and Denise ...s a physiotherapist. The Larsens are highly involved in their church and always wanted to help an "at risk" youth: when they heard about your circumstances, agreed to "adopt" you so you could finish high school. You would be able to live with their family out in the leafy upper class suburb of White Hills and attend the WHHS down the street from. I mean, notliterally, well he had done that... I mean, he wanted me to cook withmy hands bound behind my back! How the fuck was I supposed to cook?Well, I'd gotten myself out of worse self-bondage scenes, so I'd betterget cracking. I decided sausage and eggs would be a nice easy meal tocook. Get it? Eggs? Cracking? Oh, never mind...Have you ever tried turning on the stove with your hands cuffed behindyour back? Its a bitch, but I managed. It was tough to move my wholeupper body to see what I. .?”“Lots of happy exercise!” she finished my thought in a happy crow.I was beginning to get interested.“One thing, can your gadget do feels” she asked.“Of course, that's what we were doing.”“No, not touchy feely feels, I meant feelings, happy, sad, pride, shame and stuff like that.”“Oh,” I said, “I suppose it could, but I'd need to get some good samples to start on that”“No problem,” she said, “I am the rising star of our amateur theater group, I can emote like you wouldn't believe.”“I don't. “No.” Her hand slipped down between my legs to work more of my pussy. My legs opened for her. Now, I had opened for her like a flower, and she began to finger my entire slit, pushing her finger deeper and began to work my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter and more and more aroused. Sarah’s fingers reached for the waistband of my panties and began to slip them down my legs. I raised my hips to help her. They slid down to my knees and then off. I spread my legs again for her. Sarah now.