One time, after seeing something similar online, she had pocketed a handful of clothespins from the laundry room, and then - with her ankles, knees, a...d thighs all tightly bound in silk scarves - she had taken two of the wooden pins and carefully placed them on her stiff, eagerly-awaiting nipples. It hurt, but she liked it. The feeling was strangely addictive, maybe because it seemed to produce not only a physical sensation but a kind of emotional longing as well. She left the pins on for a few. Yes it is urgent. Thank you Your Grace." She said and hung up.She looked at Kathy who pressed a button, after a while Jameson opened the door. "Yes Miss?" He asked.Sharon spoke up. "Jameson, we're expecting the Lord Commander Anglesey to arrive shortly can you show him into here." She said.Jameson nodded, "Certainly Miss Sharon, it will be nice to see his Grace again. I take it Miss Cathy has been removed from the premises?" He said.Kathy broke down and began to cry. "Y ... yes ... and we don't. There they were her boobs, and what pair of boobs, I noticed how they moved as mom pointed to me the area where the pin was. “I got it” I replied as I walked towards her.Mom once again had her back towards me and her hairs cleared of her neck. This time I had recovered from the excitement, I just went near her took a look at her hips and her ass as mom cleared her hair. I went close to her as I pinned that chains and made sure my body met hers in the process. I just wore shorts that day and my. In one of the rooms a wall was taken up with a painting showing three freaky demon chicks laying into some Jesus clone with whips. The artist had some serious repression issues as far as Bachman could tell. A damn fine idea of the female body though, even if he'd kind of spoiled it with the horns and bat wings.Freaky.Ozzy Osbourne meets Hugh Hefner as Bachman had originally thought. Maybe Koontz got his jollies dressing up in robes and playing at being cult leader with his harem of.