Her heart sped up a few beats and her breathing became more audible. She was excited and willing. "Take your pick," I said. She replied that you're th... boss, you call the shots.I then stood her in front of it and bent her over, lifted her hands backwards over her head and clasped her wrists around the window bar. I handcuff them into place and move to her feet. I place the spreader bar between her feet and locked it into place.Next, I blindfolded her and put in the ball gag. It was such a. Now of course I had a bright, intelligent daughter who had done just that.And my own sexual record was not completely free of bad decisions, was it?The fear came from our continued inability to decide what to do about my pregnancy. Unwilling to put me under pressure in any direction, Pete appeared to be leaving the decision to me, even if that decision was to do nothing and let nature take its course. While I was pleased that he respected my independence and the fact that it was my body in. It is good.Distracted by the kiss, I realise she has offered her entire chest to me. I can stroke not only her magnificent breasts, but the sides of her body, the small of her back, the cup created in her shoulders by the arching of her neck and the desire in her arms. And breaking the kiss, I can gently apply my lips to these places, and draw her closer to me, letting her head and hair fall backwards, lips slightly parted, breath heavy now.And if I draw her singlet to her neck, I can kiss her. Kate had told her about it, and how she had named it Valentine for that reason. It had been part of her plans of things to do this first week, but hadn’t found the time. Harley’s sister had come home from college engaged and the family had been up in the air over it. Keni was glad for Heather, she was a shy, bookish type of girl and they had been friends of a sort in the summers that Keni had come to visit. Her fiancé Mike was a long, tall Texan and he was visiting for the next week to check.