"And I don't mean just here in the drawings. The models are sealed away behind glass. All the other senses are cut off from what is happening. In t...e real thing, there is the smell of woman and the smell of leather and the smell of fear or arousal or both. There is the sound of the subs breathing - the little intakes and catches of breath as they attempt to go into the pain and turn it into pleasure. Even the creak of the chains and the sound of the leather rubbing against the restraints. I paused, then took it out of the case. I gently loosened the drawstring, put by hand inside and brought out my new favourite pastime -my new Mona vibrator. The first day it had arrived in the post, in a plain brown box, I couldn’t wait to try it out. Waiting until I had the house to myself that afternoon, I’d given it a thorough road test. It passed with flying colours. Since that first day two weeks previous, it had been tested nearly every day. I was still finding new ways of positioning. I still hadn't put a shirt on, but with the fire going, along with the heater for the house, I was toasty warm, if not almost too much. But I also think my nerves were adding to the rise in temperature too. And though mom and dad's reaction wasn't at all what I might have expected, I was still waiting for the proverbial, "other shoe to fall," as I sat there fidgeting in my seat. Mom calmly and patiently poured us all a little coffee, even adding a splash of Irish cream to it while we waited on. . ‘ His word trailed off as Heather stripped him of his dressing gown. She smiled to herself as she traced her fingers over his huge, throbbing cock. ‘I want to fuck you, Heather,’ Cameron said. ‘Yes, Cameron. Fuck me. Put that hard cock in my hungry little cunt.’ Cameron pushed Heather to the floor and mounted her. He pushed his cock into the damp curls between her legs. ‘God, oh my God, Heather. Feels so goddamn good. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little.