Her name was Bonnie and she was as dumb as they get. I mean this was dumb, but she looked good and from everything I heard from Gill, she liked to fu...k. Bonnie was kind of funny and we all liked her. And she would throw these innuendos into things that made us wonder if she was as stupid as we really thought. She would dress like a twenty year old even though she was 42. And she would have black hair for awhile, then she would bleach it, then it might be red. Any way one day my other friend. I decided to go with one."I do not want this to be a punishment for you, but I want you bound at night, as befits your status as my slaves. I think, however, we can make a few modifications."I had them kneel on the bed facing each other. Then, with the soft cords I had used the night before I tied their wrists together, right to left, left to right. They were squealing in delight when they realized what I was doing. I wasn't done yet.I lay them down on their sides with their lower arms extended. ‘Don’t pay her any attention Daniel. You’re not, you are exactly on time.’ In truth, I knew that I was early. It didn’t bother me because Charlie had spoken. Have I told you about Charlie? I guess I mentioned that she was Becca’s older sister. She was and is by all of eleven minutes. Charlie mentioned that for those eleven minutes was the only time that she had her mother’s complete attention. The day we met at junior high I could tell them apart. They may have been identical twins but I knew. She moaned greedily, eager, impatient head thrown back, thrusting her tits wanting so badly to be taken. But he didn’t pay any attention; he stood back looking at her prone stretched figure, picturing her as she left for work every day contrasting what she was then and what he had turned her into. He smiled to himself as she parted her lips, moaning and grunting softly, he took off his gloves and placed his bare hands on her breasts holding them in his palms, feeling the texture and softness..