“I have a good marriage and I love my wife and step-daughter” I said to myself. Then I remembered Amy and I pulled the covers off Carrie, tossing...them to the floor.I pulled her shirt up over her head and rolled her on her side, I undid the clasp of her bra. Her arm fell and brushed across my rock hard cock and I about jumped out of my skin. Her eyes were still closed, breathing as heavy as ever and I realized that she was not waking up. So I unzipped my pants, freed my dick, and placed it. How does the reality feel?" I caressed her wrist, exploring the circleof steel imprisoning it. "It's hard to describe. Scary, a little bit, but I feel safe as long as you'rehere. Powerless, like I'm paralyzed and can't move." Her other hand reachedout to touch my fingers. "Excited too, without my clothes it's very erotic.Whatever you do I can't even begin to resist you." She raised up her legs. "Andthose things," she nodded to the cuffs around her ankles, "I can't run awayeither. Or cross my. It was kind of a kinky dinner theater environment.Here is a summary of what followed over the next couple of hours, with brief breaks for food and drink. We weren't allowed to leave the platform at all, not even to go the bathroom. We had to pee and shit in a bucket right in front of everyone. The ladies held it as long as they could, but eventually overcame their modesty and squatted over the bucket. Jessica even took time to shit; no toilet paper was allowed, so Uncle Thomas was told to lick. That’ll look good on paper.”Big sigh. “If you think it’s best.”“I do, Aunt Margie. Talk to you later. Bye.”My next step in preparing our case was a little trickier, and I wasn’t all that confident about how much cooperation I could expect. I was hoping to talk to several of the boys one-on-one and try to draw out their impressions on the difference in behavior between the Miss Brenner they did odd jobs for or took piano lessons from, and the Miss Brenner they were seduced by. I couldn’t imagine.