The woman knelt in front of Sandra and began to pull down her pantihose, exposing the dark brown hair of Sandra's pussy. "Mira, she's not a real blond...," laughed the woman. She quickly untied Sandra's ankles and removed the hose and skirt. Sandra's shoes had been lost along the way. The support her hose had given her stomach and ass were gone and they drooped a bit. "Now you don't look so high and mighty," the woman said. "Looks to me like you got a peter-belly. You know what a peter-belly is. I could be a clinician. To be a researcher, I would need a Ph.D. I would have to think long and hard before deciding to go back to school.”“Anyway, after Mom’s mind replayed that memory, she experienced a sense of surrender, like it was a relief that Granddad had made that decision for her. Jan, I’d like to hear what you think. Could that memory be responsible for my mom’s willingness to let other people tell her what to do?”“That is a very hard question, Jake. You say that memory was triggered. ”“I read about it. Don’t fret, I haven’t been off to some secret nudist camp behind your back.”“We have a dilemma.”“We do?”“I can’t decide whether to send you to order or go myself, leaving you here.”“You could padlock my chain to the table.”“Who knows who might come to try to rescue you.”Candice giggled. “We should both go to order, I don’t think I’m ready for the wild stuff yet.”“So, this wild stuff,” Andy said when they had their food. “What would that entail?”“As I said before, you could. I think Ben realised this too, because he suddenly said he thought that we should retire to the bedroom. No one argued about this, least of all me as I had found the episode strangely exciting. Anne was helped from her prone position and led away towards the hotel entrance, I followed at a distance, my mind in turmoil at the events. We probably looked quite a sight as we made our way through the lobby, my wife supported by five men with her tits almost falling out of her costume and each of the.