I politely declined and continued to get ready to go. As I made my way to the car I saw Ann on her phone she was calling a number and obviously redial...ng trying to get a hold of someone thinking back on it now it was quite blatant but I could not see the forest through the tress at that moment. The drive home was uneventful and quick. How nice it must be to have odd hours and avoid traffic was the majority of my thoughts. When I got home however the day took a turn for the surreal I pulled up. Jennifer unlocks my bonds, and replaces them with white leather paddedcuffs. Jen supports me as Susan snaps a leash to my collar, and leadsme to the sex chair.I am forced to kneel in the padded slots of the chair and my anklecuffs secured. Then face down across the slanted board, with my wristssecured just below the board I was laying on almost in a push upposition. There is a seat directly in front of my face.I feel the leg slots slide sideways and lock into place, spreading mythighs, and. She pauses for a moment as she lets out a muffled high pitch whine,and moves my whole hand over her just budding areola and her tiny nipple. She's now breathing harder and pushing her butt into my now very hard dick and takes my hand and starts moving circles over her tiny tit. I lose my morals to my desires as I keep rubbing her breast on my own and kissing the back of her neck, sending sensations into her young body and making her move and moan even more. She's pumping her hot little ass into. Celina is something, someone, that these people honor and respect and live their lives in memory of the way she lived with a****ls. I still had no idea what that meant for me or to me. Did it mean anything? My actions since coming to these people said something about me to them. Whatever it meant to be associated with the myth of Celina might forever be beyond my full comprehension. At that moment, though, looking into those eyes, whatever these people felt about me relative to Celina, there.