...”Tuesday: early Tuesday.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in just my loosely tied robe, going over the “plan” in my head, (and even in my ...ead the use of “plan” is tenuous) and listened to the sounds of the house, more specifically daddy getting ready for work. I heard the shower for a while now and it hadn’t turned off yet. I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off again!?” I screamed manically, well in my. "My mom is out of town for the next two weeks, we can meet at my house. I'll drive over and tell your parents that I'm going to the game. We can sort this whole thing out there." I said, trying to get into the same frame of mind as her, but the whole time we'd been standing there, I had felt like I had a wedgie. I finally gave in and reached back there to pull it out, when I realized two things. One, I was touching the ass of the most beautiful women I had ever known, and it wasn't doing much. James gestured to Elizabeth to go first. She carefully undid the paper, revealing a boxed fragrant Gardenia. ‘Oh, thank you all so much!’ she said. She looked expectantly at James, who opened his envelope. ‘A voucher for the Pro shop at the golf course! Thank you, too!’ ‘Well,’ said Stan, ‘we couldn’t invite you around on Christmas Day and not give you presents, could we?’ ‘Well, we’ve not come empty handed either!’ James said, presenting Stan with an envelope, too. ‘What have you got, Stan?’. She turned towards me pivoting on the spot directly below the hook from which she was partially suspended by her bound wrists and tried to speak, her brown eyes almost pleading. I laid the whip down, and loosened the gag and pulled it from her mouth."I'm truly sorry, John, you must believe that, please," she pleaded."Is that it, you don't want food or a drink, or anything?" I asked her.She shook her head, and I resumed, just hard enough to make her squeal not enough to break the skin, the black.