She pushed the book to one side then arched her back as she climbed up onto the bed , her eyes scrunched up tight as erotic thoughts flowed through he... mind . She lost herslf in a fantasy so intense where she was a submissive slave being bound and tortured, kept in the tight confines of bondage, being forced to wear what ever person who was dominating her desried her to, she had NO control...... Miranda was prespiring and convulsing on her bed her fantasy deeply embedded in her mind , suddenly. You two barely know each other and I doubt you are the kind of person that is capable of giving my daughter the lifestyle she is accustomed to. My son seems to think you are a good choice but I can hardly see why. You don't come from a prominent family and you aren't from this part of the country. As far as I'm concerned, she's about to make another predictable mistake." Well, I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Mrs. Catchpole. Just the same, I hope for Michelle's sake that you will attend. “But I justcouldn’t get these thoughts and feelings out of mymind, they were there every time I thought about youand they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. Icouldn’t seem to help myself, I was getting off onthem,” he went on. “I hoped that all of this couldremain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind thatit would never go beyond that. That I could somehowkeep you from knowing how… how sick I was.” Hisemotions were so strong that tears ran. " as he continued to laugh with arrogance.I suddenly felt somewhat exposed, confused, and flustered, all at the same time. I guess I had thought about it for a second, and had to admit it was kinda of an exciting thought. I had never done anything with a boy since Travis, and Jeremey was a lot older than him. So I suppose I was somewhat curious, and still trying to remember him at my aunts wedding, which was a total blank in my mind."I know you'd love to play with my cock, wouldn't you." he.