You know the ones, the secrets we don't tell our husbands - the pair of shoes that cost $300, not $50; the time we ate the whole tub of ice-cream and ...lamed it on the kids; when we made them go and pick up the kids late at night because we were feeling sick, but really just couldn't be bothered; the times we refused sex for no particular reason. Throughout the week, at every break, we made love. Not 'had sex,' but made love. Then we talked. I was amazed that we had such similar viewpoints,. A second later she felt cold steel encircling her wrists. The handcuffs, she thought. That’s what he got out of the bag. Now her hands were cuffed behind her back, palms out. The cuffs were tight, she realized, too tight for her even to think of sliding her hands through them, but not painful. While he was cuffing her Marie had a moment to look around. They were nowhere she recognized—a small parking lot in an alleyway, behind a row of buildings, it appeared. Suddenly she recalled her. Well, it's done now, and you're going to have to tell your fatherthe truth, all of it, in person."Once I was dressed, mom said that she thought it would better to get itout right then, face my dad, rather than wait and have him stew and fussabout it."I'll go with you, but you're the one that has to tell him, and I meantell him the truth, okay?"I nodded my head in agreement, put on a pair of flats, and with momleading the way, she and I went to the hobby shed where dad was busy onhis boat. Mom. Fay smiled a lustful smile, and pulled her tank-top off, letting it land on the ground. Fay wasn’t wearing a bra, and I about lost it when I saw those tits. They were round and soft, and warm to the touch, and for a few minutes or so, I sat on the carpet, making-out with Fay while I squeezed and fondled her tits.“Let’s go all the way, Miles. I won’t tell if you don’t”, she said, pulling away from me and standing on her knees. I nodded in agreement, and quickly removed all of my clothes and laid.