Now held under his bizarre funeral parlour the "undertaker" begins to bit-by-bit break down their resistance to his evil plans.From her locked bent fo...ward position it was difficult for Keeley to lift her head to look straight ahead. The stocks bit into her shoulders; her tiny wrists snapped through even smaller gaps in the scissor wood beams. Her mouth was dripping saliva from the edge of her lips as she slurped on the big neon ball gag. The feeling was disgusting, this shy and well-behaved. I got in too and she turned and kissed me while reaching down and putting her hand on my cock. She seemed pleased to find it hard. Her name was Jill and she told me that she had seen me before in the shops and had suspected from glimpses caught that I wore pantyhose but had never been absolutely certain. She told me how she loved wearing pantyhose without panties and had been hoping to get this chance to confront me as she had wanted to be with a man in pantyhose but had struggled to find one,. The Dr. came inwith an old black man. The Dr. spoke, "Mr Palmer your wife has suffered a very serious stroke.When she leaves the hospital, I'm afraid she will have to live in anursing home, unless you and your family can take care of her." No doc the kids are all over the country, and at her size I could nevermanage her, we don't have any money, except for her blackjack winnings,and looks like she spent most of that here at the hospital."The doctor and my so called husband talked awhile, then. “Yeah and I know a muscle that aches every time you see me or Akira naked.” Amya said jokingly. “Ha ha ha ha. I am a living breathing male. Even a gay guy would have a cock at that sight.”“You’re so funny.”We sat down and ate a quick breakfast. I got up and grab my truck keys, and kissed Amya good-bye. I left to drop off the drop leaf table at one of my most valuable clients. I swear I must have built every piece of furniture in their house. I was gone about an hour. I pulled into the driveway.