So, we had vastly different friends and interests.We did a lot of catching-up as I helped him prepare supper, a simple bachelor's spread of grilled st...ak, baked potatoes and a mixed salad which I assembled.It was summer and I had on a simple sundress, rather low-cut as I've always been a bit of a show-off as far as my breasts are concerned. They had developed rather nicely during my teens, quite an asset for a young woman, and I've used them to advantage ever since.Any way, we had finished the. That isn't to say there weren't still times when she felt the sting of the control collar. As the days passed it became easier to think of her son as 'Master' rather than 'Brad' or 'The Bastard, ' and when she caught herself doing it her natural inclination was to lash out, rebel, and of course when she did the response was quick and painful.Each night Cleo made sure Lisa watched as she sucked Brad's cock and then sat with him and allowed him to fondle her breasts or gently caress her pussy.. "Why am I tied up? Can you release me?"She laughs an awkward insecure laugh."I don't think so. But I'll get the Registrar."The Registrar. Which means trainee psychiatrist. Like I was. Once.It felt like progress.Ros is true to her word and hurries out. She returns with a man.As when I tried to see her I have to really crane my neck and propmyself up as much as possible to see people for given I am secured flatand supine, my movement is very restricted. But I can see him wellenough as a result. ” I got on my knees on the floor between her legs and caressed them, running my hand slowly up and down the sexy stockings and briefly touching the soaking wet place between her legs. I gazed at her bald cunt for a minute, entranced by the sight of it. It was wet and pink, and I could easily see her tiny inner lips puffing out in anticipation. I even fancied that I could see it tremble with desire for what I was about to do. I couldn’t even imagine trying to fit myself into it. Sharon was.