"Stop! I don't want your Father to see us." Her pleading was cute but futile."Mother, if you really wanted me to stop you would have pushed me away......ut I'm still here aren't I. I do remember telling you we were going to fuck even when Dad was around." I had relocated my hand down to her pussy which was only panty clad plus her long t shirt on due to the heat. "And your pussy is wet already?" "If you're going to do something you better hurry up, he'll be done anytime now." I couldn't believe. Or does the fear make me all the more real. Does it make the mission and our sense of duty all the more real, tangible? Someone once said that there can’t be courage without fear. I guess he was right because we have a lot fear here in the mountains. Remember when we first moved to Louisiana? You were so happy to be going home. I couldn’t believe how ecstatic that you were. Being a mountain man from Colorado it felt like I was moving to a foreign country or something. I was so miserable. We. Moments later he returned with the silver handcuffs encased with a fluffy pink padding. He handed them to Lindsay but she passed them to Clive. Les stood at the edge of the and watched as Clive got out from under the duvet and made way for Lindsay to lie down in the middle of the bed on top of the duvet. Liz offered no resistance as Clive fastened one of the cuffs to her wrist and lifted her arm back above her head. After guiding her hand through the rail he then guided her other hand through. " Miss Melody was a tall blonde who wore her thick hair down to her waist. She had a small black cap on top of her head that denoted her profession but the rest of her body was pretty much hidden by a shapeless knee length coat. The rest of her crew was dressed about the same, the only difference in the color and length of their hair.Miss Melody's service had a sterling reputation and cost a pretty penny, but for their particular services, she was willing to foot the bill. At least this time..