She had the feeling that even if she had grown up with too little space, perhaps Jason had grown up with too much.There was more unpleasantness coming...her way. Mrs. Schmidt came home with Cassie and another teenager. All of them were dressed in expensive sweatsuits, all of them carrying tennis racquets. The woman and the two girls gave Cecilia a hostile dismissive glance. She still had not realized what the problem was, that she had over-dressed to meet Jason's family. The detail of her. When Margo was completely secured, Lydia turned to me. She took me over to a straight-baked wooden chair that had a hole carved in the seat. I was made to sit while Lydia tied my legs to the chair legs, and bound my hands behind me. She fit a ball gag into my mouth, and secured it with the Velcro fasteners. It was made of hard rubber, and stretched my jaw uncomfortably. I found that I couldn't stop myself from drooling, and soon, my lower face, and upper chest were slick with spit. . Nearby is a stand with whips, canes and floggers. A large array of sterile dildos in every size, shape and girth. As well as cuffs, spreader bars and rope for binding, sounds, lube, clothespins and clamps.I call you to the garage, and you smile with delight. You shiver, and it’s a bit cold in there, and it’s almost Christmas. I decide right there to install a couple of big hooks in the living room ceiling to bring it inside. You recognize what it is right away. We strip out of our clothes and I. “I’m REALLY sorry if my… bragging… got you down.”“Me, too,” Laurie added. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, if it makes you feel bad.”“Hear, hear,” said Beth, wiping away a tear of her own.“NO! Girls! I LOVED your stories! Hell, I’m horny as hell right now!” They all smiled. “Stacey; finish telling us the rest.”“No, it’s not important, Beck,” Stacey said, holding her tight. “Yes, it is! Don’t you see what I’m talking about?” She sat up straight, breaking the hugs. “What you have with.