Tie us down. We’re n-not like you, alive. Kindred are undead things, and that means we can b-be a b-b-bit static. Old memories can be an anchor, in ... b-bad way.” Trying to explain it was difficult. How to get across that Kindred were literally dead things, pretending to be living things, and that it was easy for a dead thing to get trapped by the unchanging state of their minds, was more or less impossible. Torpor changed a Kindred’s mind, not aging; they didn’t age anymore.“Still hard to. I sneaked up to the edge of the shower wall and slowly leaned over to peer inside.It turned out that my wife had surprised me.There she was, naked and standing under the conical spray of hot water, with one hand above her head holding onto the showerhead hose, and the other buried deep into the long, curly red hair of the woman from the weight lifting class. This same woman was kneeling on the shower floor, while Wendy's left leg was d****d over this woman's shoulder, and the cute redhead. As they moved closer, she felt hands on her ankles. The ropes were being untied. But before she could kick out, her ankles were roughly pulled together, and something cold and metal was wrapped around each ankle. She tried to kick, but within a few inches, she felt metal bite into her ankle. The cuffs had a mere six inches of chain between them. It would be enough to allow her to stumble. But not enough to run anywhere.The hands then moved to lift her off the bed, but almost immediately. She. Again Samantha bounced up the ladder and again she felt the excitement as he stood below holding the ladder and gazed up at her. As she came down she hoped that he would not notice the moisture that she could now feel soaking through her panties. Her game of trying to excite his passions had her wet and ready and she just knew that as she came down the ladder this time that he would be able to smell the sweet aroma of her womanly arousal. She also had a feeling that the game in which she had.