She had slipped it round her waist and shuddered slightly as the cold metal brushed against her flesh making it contract. She felt her breasts resting...on the support of the cups her nipples hardening – was it from the cold or the slipperiness of the material, so thin and stretched so tightly, entombing them? She had relished the slow grinding pressure that her restricted waist had been put under as she buckled one by one the steel straps locking each one of them into place. She had struggled. "The person forgot in all the madness: my grandfather.Having traveled my own path in life, I didn't think much of the drama that pervaded family affairs. In fact, I actively avoided it. She was gone. No amount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that. But one morning it dawned on me that my grandpa was now all alone within his house deep in the woods. My cousins, aunts, uncles, and even my own mother had forgotten him -- caught up in their own selfish sorrow and loathing that they had. Michele opened the door and peeked outside to ensure no nosy neighbours were watching and she closed the door behind her and got into the rear of the limousine.The driver ogled her during the twenty-minute trip but had nothing to say. Michele sat in the gloomy rear of the car smoking and thinking. She recalled that Stephen Mortlock was the man who she had fellated while his friend Charles fucked her at the orgy at Richmond estate. He’d seemed nice enough and said that we would request her. SD then began talking about what she heard about me from Dee W (we were at a previous base together and I’d taken her out a few times – got laid a few times and lots of me eating her out). She asked if it was true that I had a long tongue – at which I stuck my tongue out and touched my chin and the top of my nose. SD gasped when she saw me do that. I looked at her and smiled and stuck my tongue out at her and made my tongue twist and flick the tip around. SD unbuckled her lap belt and turned.