Now he was notonly chained to the bed, but he was locked into the bedroom. All hecould do was sit and bask in the sensations of the shoes Kathleen had...ecured to his body.Three hours later Andrew remained a prisoner in his stepmother'sbedroom. He had discovered his chains were too short to allow him tostand upright. All he could do was sit on the edge of the bed, lie backon it with his legs dangling, or kneel on the floor in front of it.With his hands confined inside their boots, he could not. But as that old man told us earlier, 'use yourimagination'. I'm sure you'll think of something very interesting." I'll think about it," replied Rachel. "By the way, as long as we'retalking about it, do you want to make the swap of our roles and gendersnow?" Sure, I guess so," said Mark. "It has been a long night already. I'msick and tired of having been the butt of those two yahoos' jokes allevening. I would have I'd already been subjected to more than my fairshare of their crap when we were. Mom: Hmmm! Quickly clear your bladder and get out. (Harshly)Me:(I came to sense) Oh okay!I had to cross her to go and to use the commode. But there is a small gap between my mother and the wall where both are wet. While moving towards the commode my body touched her wet body which made my clothes slightly wet. These scenes are moving in slow motion.I reached near the commode and lifted my lungi. I held my dick which is already rock hard after seeing her in this condition. Suddenly I am unable. I think there was a brassiere. Her dirty blonde brown hair was fastened carelessly in a sort of pile on the top. Stray strands hung all round. Molly wore flat sandals with a T bar design, with fake diamond impressions. All twenty nails were painted deep purple.Walls needed a new coat of paint, wood floors needed a good cleaning and new finish, the backyard trees and bushes needed some attention as well. In the bathroom, the tile grout needed a clean and although she didn’t mention it, the.