The walls were white paneling and a pale green, a fancy blue rug covered most of the wooden floor, and next to the bed a positively ancient and antiqu... looking dresser stood. But the stunning part was the fireplace, which was of real stone and took up almost half of the wall across from the bed. Compared to her tiny, cramped room in her old New York apartment the room felt like it belonged in a palace. The twins seemed positively delighted as she almost staggered forward, collapsing forward. "Ok, calm down, let Bianca finish," Alex, the head chef yelled back."We want to start providing takeout service. I know it's hard tobelieve, but our customers seem to love Alex's cooking," Bianca laughed,poking a little fun at her head chef. The expression on his face leadher to amend her last remark. "That is, the cuisine prepared by ChefAlexandre." Alex smiled at the correction, having worked hard to gainthat distinction.Bianca laid out the plan the board of directors had devised. Banking. Oops. Sorry, dear readers. I fast-forwarded a bit again. All this was possible because of that awesome night when we first slept together. There was no looking back after my mom said, “Ok. I’m not talking hereafter.”I was in my underwear, and she was in her pink satin short sleeve nighty. As I said, I rolled up her sleeve and licked her armpits. It was erotic, and mom got horny in the heat of the moment.She moaned, pushed me away and looked at me, shocked and horny at the same time. I used her. The piercing remained painful for about a week or until I became used to them attached to my breasts. It was a punishment day for me when I was told of my sins and errors of behaviour. My arms were held above my head each wrist was attached by leather straps to rings bolted to the ceiling above my head. I was stretched out suspended with my toes just touching the floor, ankles strapped together blindfolded and gagged. I was given thirty lashes of the whip.Then I felt a pulling on my new nipple.