.We went in. She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she didn´t. My mind smiled: "Classy sexy teaser"...Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We´re there, Poet PETER".She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. Give me access, please..We know what you want from me". She kept gazing at me as she obliged.She undressed slowly. A sexy slip the last garment to leave her lovely looks.Her eyes followed me. I got cuffs and ropes. She´d. Men and women trying to hold on to fast, fading hope. Worried and wondering where the next meal would come from. Everyone was talking about the New Deal, that Franklin D. Roosevelt, the newly elected President promised us in the fall of 1932. All the country could do was sit and wait for better days. ~ When I reached the city, I passed a crowded, dirty alley. The noisy crowd had formed a circle around two men engaged in a bare knuckle fight. I walked towards the crowd to size up the. Meg loves to dance, and I was glad I’d learned a bit from watching her prance around the house. I was able to watch carefully and mimic some of her moves on the floor. Silly as it seemed, dancing with my teenage sister was pure fun!It’s been a long time since anyone looked at me and acted “as if,” but several guys that night looked at my petite date, then looked at me with pure hatred. I couldn’t blame them a bit. As the evening went on I was happy to be as big as I am, because a couple of the. My cage straining again between my legs.“Thank you.” I managed to force out.She smiled, peaking a glance at the cause of my frustration with a cheeky wink as she set down my plate, curtseyed and again disappeared.“Can I ask a question Sir?”“Please do, but eat as well.”“Are all the girls from different countries or, or do they just look and sound like they are.” I asked with a bite of toast.“Some, Ona is Japanese, but like most girls here she speaks mainly English. Her Japanese quotation of some.