He was stunned as watched Kandy drop her nightshirt on. He couldn't believe what he saw. Just a glimpse of her B cup breasts, and a tiny pink thong we...e covered by an over-sized T shirt. Then the lights were out. Studying was shot for that night. As much as he tried to sleep he couldn't. The vision was repeated in his mind over and over as he tried to sleep in his bed. Not long he was excited and began to stroke himself. He grew harder and harder as he imagined having Kandy in his arms. His. Hes forty two, a grown man didnt think it was a big deal but he sure did. My papis a proud kind of guy hes like a Good Fella. Someone you can count on but instead of growing up in the old country he grew up on the north side of Chicago it can be ruthless here too but my papi can handle himself on the streets. Ever since he was young he has been getting into fights and running with the homies from around the block. As you can tell were not the prim and proper family like leave it to beaver. Lisa came to as Helen used hemp rope to bind herdangling tits tightly. She had taken off the clamps and ordered Lisa to lie her tits on top of the horse. Once Lisa?s tits rested onthe horse Helen re-attached the clamps on her nipples. Tears dwelled in Lisa?seyes as she saw Helen appear in front of her with the cane. Helen knew no pityonce she started caning Lisa?s bound swollen orbs and didn?t stop before hertits matched the colour of her ass. But that wasn?t the end of her breasttorture. Helen. .." "What are you talking about?" Carol demanded. I ignored Carol and stared at James. All day, he'd been acting more and more... ditzy. He'd been forgetting obvious things, getting confused a lot...and flirting quite a bit. In fact, he was beginning to act more and more like... like a bimbo. Like a stereotypical dumb blonde. My eyes quickly went to Carol, and I knew that she was becoming some stereotype of a man. A chauvinistic slob who only thought about sports and sex. Well... maybe about.