I married my college sweetheart, Ellen, the week after our mutual graduations. I'd majored in Accounting, she in Business Administration. Our life tog...ther was satisfying, sweetened by the arrival of our first child, whom my wife named Marcia, followed two years later by her sister Alexa.Being parents suited us both. We'd both come from intact families, each of which overflowed with love and joy. There was none of the archetypal in-law in-fighting you see lampooned in sitcoms.Our families. I finished my shower, out some shorts and a t-shirt on and headed to the front room. As soon as Lynda saw me, she did a double take. “This is little Chris?”, she asked, holding one hand over her mouth. “That’s him sister.”, my mom replied. She got up and ran around the sofa and hugged me tightly pressing her body firmly against mine. Both my mother and Lynda were very similar both beautiful women with amazing figures. She finally let me go and stepped back giving me the once over. “How long. Der ess dis err princess, end she'd be eternally grateful, , if zum wun would come end rescue er from zom stoned tower that she is locked in. "The messenger then drops a scroll on the table in front of the speechless tinker, and says, "Dis er is a map which shows ya jest where da princess' tower be. "The messenger then staggers toward the door. He takes about 2 steps and then suddenly lurches to his left tripping the poor waitress, (she must be very poor, since she can't afford enough clothing. “Well done.” Her hand caresses my cheeks. “Now relax and let your body adjust.” She has released the ropes allowing me to stand and I’m suddenly conscious of the weight in my arse. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I have never felt so horny in my life,” I pant. “Good now walk to my bedroom. It’s over there,” she points the way. “And don’t you dare drop that plug on my hardwood floor.” I clench and waddle a little but my sore and newly bunged ass and I make it to the bedroom without losing.