Mrs. Veetee didn't try to hide that she was staring, even when Matt noticed her looking. "You definitely did not inherit that from your father." We're...here!" Wilco announced as the vehicle came to a stop about fifty feet from where we started."What about our clothes?" Mrs. Veetee asked."I'll see what I can do about getting it back, but in the meantime we must strive forth!" Wilco said as she climbed off the vehicle. We did the same and followed her into the next room."What's this place for?". “I know what we can do. Hold on.” And just like that he’s gone. He turns the light off at the switch and returns to the bed, fumbling with something. Before I know it, he’s secured a strap to each of my ankles. The straps, I know, come together underneath the bed. He tightens them, and I find that I’m now unable to close my legs together. I can widen them, but the stretch of the straps will not allow me to close them. “Does that feel okay?” he asks. And it does. It feels better knowing that the. Sure, Lisa was pretty, but there was no denying- she also looked truly fuckable. The realization that I wanted to fuck my sons bride was like a jolt to my system, and it was as if someone else took control of my mind as I heard myself saying, In fact Lisa, I think you are probably the most fuckable woman I have seen in a very long time Mr Hewitt she gasped, I really dont think you should be saying things like that to me, Ive just married your son remember? yeah, well my sons a well-known dick I. ”“Ah, Dr. Yamani. How are you?”“Fine, my blessedness.”“I hope Khozem isn’t running circles around your intellect?”“My holiness, I’m calling regarding Khozem.”“A very smart boy, isn’t he?”“Yes, indeed. He must take it from you.”“He does.”“Unfortunately, we have a problem here on campus.”“What is it?”Dr. Yamani swallowed and said: “Sir, your son is missing.”“What? Come again.”“Your son is missing.”“Where did he go?”“That’s the problem, your holiness. We don’t know where he went.”“Are you telling.