I love my son dearly but I had grown to appreciate my privacy. I had no concerns about modesty. I could wear whatever I wanted around the house ... or...go naked. It was my choice. Also, since my divorce, I had begun to enjoy the company of men. I dated. I had men over. And sometimes, they shared my bed.But now, I had a young adolescent living with me. Things had to change. Out of respect for my son, I voluntarily elected to compromise my freedom ... I felt I needed to shield my son from the. After my mother departed, my dad was down not only mentally, but physically too, he had to control his sexual urge, there were times when he eyed the aunty next door and the maid servant, but all in vain. After two years of mother's death, it was finally decided that dad will get married and started to search for the right girl, who would take care of my dad and also his son, that's me. Parents of lots of girls very not very happy to give their daughters hand to a man of 42 and that. It was small details like this that would makethe difference. The cabin keys were in sally?s coat pocket, in the bedroom, atthe back, well out of her reach. The last thing sally wanted was to be able tochicken out and release herself. The spare cuff keyswere with the cabin keys, again, to stop her getting at them. 5.55,almost time. A few more minutes she would put the blindfold on, and then cuffher hands behind her. ?damn? she said to herself, shehad almost forgotten. She picked up the cuffs. " James's eyes travelled to where they viewed Becca's obvious excited state as evidenced by her erect nubs pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. ~ does she also display such arousal in that secret place between her legs? ~ he pondered. "This may be a convenient opportunity for you to sign the contract that I have prepared for you and then you may request that it be witnessed by the these kind people." James said, as he removed the document from the pocket of his shirt.He handed the.