I told myself that I was only this turned on because I was so relaxed - when I wasn’t here, in this relaxing situation, I couldn’t get this turned...on. And when I wasn’t this turned on, I couldn’t cum.That didn’t quite sound right, but my arousal was pounding at my head, refusing to let other thoughts through. I was a slave to my pleasure. My body was aroused, and my mind was just a slave to my body. I am a pleasure-slave.I couldn’t cum unless I was turned on, and at that moment, I was more. When I had finished that she said I needed to get up on the step stool and then she handed me one of those little feather dusters to clean the blades on the ceiling fan. While I was up there she had bent over under the coffee table to pick up something however I noticed she was down there a little long and when I asked what she was doing she said she wanted to look up my skirt to make sure I had my panties on and since I did she was going to give me a reward. As I stood on the step stool heels. Brown eyes. Reddish-brown hair that's goin' grey awfully goddamn fast. Goin' bald even faster, so I keep my hair cut short. None of this drape a few strands of hair over my head and pretend crap. Real average build. No lifting weights 'n stuff. Hair around my tits and a line of hair down to my navel and then into my crotch. Real average looks. Even when I was younger I never could understand why anyone would trick with me ... especially some of the occasional really hot ones, like the 6'3". She enters the house and see a small box with the words For Cindy written all over it on the table, when she opens the box she finds a note that reads : Look behind you, before she has time to turn around a very large masked man grabs her from behind and putting a cloth { laced with a sedative } over her mouth, Cindy passes out.Cindy wakes up and realizes that she can't move, to her left is a very large mirror and she can see in the reflection that she's bent over a bench, her legs are spread.