It read; needles, [beside which it said done,] wax [same again], breast lift, pussy-whipped, all day bondage, watersport`s, ride the horse, breast- bi...ding, then the expected items, belt, whips, tawse, cat clamps anywhere, weights, pierced, and finally to my surprise...branded, It was all there, and the end of the list was left open for more with the comment ‘any more ideas welcome.’I sat dumfounded; some of these things were extreme, but predictable knowing Ada, but watersport`s, branding, wow. His fingers rose smoothly to his shirt, gently undoing one button at a time with clockwork precision. Each loosened, mother-of-pearl button was a clock tick closer to the horror of his zipper working its way down. She shut her eyes, praying a hopeless prayer for a heartless savior that never listened. Methodically, he folded and placed his clothing in a neat pile on her night table, as if each crease were as important as life itself. Even with her eyes closed she knew when he was finished and. But I feared she would notice they were missing. So I went back to her room to put them back. I opened the door and walked back over to her dresser, I put the G-string back and right as I was closing the drawer I heard my sisters voice…“What the fuck are you doing you fucking perv?’Shit! I thought, I was totally fucked! “Um, I’m….Um”“You were returning my g string weren’t you? You fucking perv!” She went over to the draw and picked them up… “You fucking cummed in these! You sicko! You didn’t. I love the look of a man’s pants coming off and there being no underwear underneath. (I love the same on a girl as well, especially in sweat pants.) “Would you take your pants and underwear off and then put your pants back on?” I asked Lupe. “You can use the bedroom down the hall.” I figured if I was going to fulfill my fantasy then I would have it play out the way I wanted. Lupe took a long time to return to the bathroom. In the meantime Mave and I rinsed off and got out of the shower. We.