It's not the act of locking me up, but the continues small acts of reminding her that I adore her and that I support her indulging her selfish desires... In thanking her every time she lets me hold her and caress her body while she uses the magic wand to tease out an orgasm. Her hand squeezing mine as she rocks in waves of pleasure and kisses me goodnight without worrying anymore that I need her attention. We have talked about her cuckolding me, but after talking about the fantasy for a long. But my biggest surprise was as she then went on to divest herself of the lower half of the sari, still all one continuous piece of material, just wound around and around countless times, but little by little she revealed herself to me, and as each layer was removed, I saw in amazement, that she was clad in a matching thong and suspender-belt, with Cuban-heeled and seamed black stockings!Eventually she stood before me clad only in her underwear, looking fabulous against her dark skin, she. He was dressed in a ancient, faded pair of blue dungarees, an old fashioned collarless shirt, and an army surplus, leather sleeveless jerkin. He strode towards us and shoved out his massive paw, shaking hands first with Maggie and then myself. ‘Better come into the van and sit down….Maureen will make a cup of tea if you want one.’ His daughter Maureen was a slightly smaller female clone of her father, she looked about mid forties, but was probably younger. She was a big boned woman, certainly. He opened the door to his room and shut it quickly behind him. He gave a sigh of relief, glad o be back in his empty room. Woody wasn’t with them for the week; he was visiting family back in the US. Cody showered quickly and got dressed for work, getting ready to settle into another long day of folding towels. After London left his room in the morning, Zack showered and ate a breakfast of cereal and milk, before getting ready for his day off of working. It was Saturday, which also meant no.