Meekly she did as instructed while I took more pictures of the stream that gushed from between her legs. Antony could only imagine what his wife was d...ing but he would realise just how changed she was when he got to see the pictures. With her bladder empty I took her back to the bed and lay her on it. I began stroking her body, licking every inch as I moved over it. She was running wet between her legs and tasted beautiful as I parted her lips to the probing of my tongue and fingers and. We had been at the club for an hour and I had danced with several girls and we were getting a pretty good buzz on. Not far from our table was several older ladies partying it up. They looked to be my moms age, but one caught my eye. She was a bottle blonde, nice tits, nice butt and cute face and big brown eyes. I asked her to dance and she did. After the dance we talked for few minutes, she was married and they came to the club to get away from their husbands. She said that she was 45. I danced. There wasn’t and as the drive was about 40 minutes she didn’t want to reschedule.I asked her why she was so anxious about it and she couldn’t really give me an answer. I held her hand and stroked her arm and told her it was going to be ok, I was really horny. When they called her in she asked if I could come in with her because she was really nervous and it would help if I could hold her hand.I didn’t really expect that but didn’t think too much of it. The nurse brings us in and tells my. Skippy trained Bonnie himself. When she was in his presence, she had been taught to stand with her eyes down-cast, to always be naked in high heels, with her legs spread, unless otherwise directed. She knew that she was to stand with her hands folded behind her back awaiting his commands. Bonnie often spent hours on end bound to a column in her brothers office or, in a hog-tie position, unable to move any part of her body. Skippy required her to maintain control of her bladder until he was.