Then he uncuffed her hands and clipped them together above her head to a short chain hanging from a hook in the ceiling.Next he reached under the bed ...nd took out a metal bar, about three foot long with leather cuffs attached to each end with a ring and catch. He fitted them around her ankles, so she was forced to stand with her feet apart. Then he fastened the bar to the bedstead so that she couldn?t slip.He stood back and admired his handiwork. She looked beautiful standing there, her legs. Your mother got smart and left! As a father, I haven’t done a very good job, so far. I sometimes wonder how long before you follow in your mother’s footsteps? Shit, there’s really nothing to keep you here, is there?”, Jim explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts.“Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted for anything, and I love you for that. And. A heavy scent like roses was in the bathroom and in me, the liquid had touched my open wounds. I cleaned my hand carefully with water and put some bandages while my father was absorbed looking to his experiment.When I reached him for help he noticed the scent that was coming from me, and his face became white as a paper.He saw the wound in my hand and asked me what happened."Nothing, I said I fell down and a glass wounded my hand" Did you touched the liquid?" I think that some touched my. Why him? Look at how wealthy we are, how beautiful you are! You can do so much better than just be one in a group." A harem, Aidy, a harem," Brenda corrected him."A harem! That's even worse! I can't even get myself to say it. It's so humiliating. Momma, you have to stop. Please! For me!" Stop my stroking?" Her hands stopped, but only for a second or two. They resumed their languid journey up and down his shaft. She giggled, knowing that wasn't what he meant, but then turned serious. "I can't.