" "Sure," I replied, and sauntered into the hallway, breathing deeply of the friendly, familiar smells I'd missed so much over the last six months. ...s I made my way to the study, I absently tried to find shapes and faces in the dense curlicues that adorned the wallpaper -- something I'd enjoyed doing as a little girl. It always made me feel at home.Mom's study was also the house's library, a room crammed to the ceiling with books, all filled with wondrous things. I'd read many of them growing. That won't take long." A fewminutes later she began to brush the wig. It almost felt as if it were myreal hair. Aside from that I still felt practically nothing.My new hair was longer than the old wig. It fell down onto my breasts.Exactly as with the other wig, I had a ponytail.I could also see that a number of hairs were shorter. Even with my newknowledge about wigs, I could not tell that they were artificial hair. Itlooked completely genuine. And with the longer hair I was more femininethan. Ian pulled a set of his extra handcuffs from his pocket and grabbed one of her wrists. He quickly and roughly yanked the wrist down to the small of her back and closed the steel manacle around her wrist. Then he grabbed the other wrist and yanked it down to meet the first one, and then used the other cuff to securely lock her wrists together behind her back.“There, all snug and secure,” Ian said into Kristin’s ear. “You said the cuffs would come in handy, but I bet you weren’t thinking about. It was burning hot so I had no underwear. Zakia and I were chatting and she wanted to make some drawings she jumped on my bed and lied on her belly and took a piece of paper and a pen to draw. Meanwhile I was on my computer watching some clips of actresses dancing; I had to switch off all the porn clips because I feared Zakia could see what I was doing. But even though I had a hard-on as I saw Zakia who was lying on her belly and was busy swaying her ass. The fact that I saw her swaying her ass.