The second was about 4 years ago, Cassie was dressed in a school outfit, short plaid skirt, blouse, long black socks (over knee), white string panties... In this photo she was tied over a bench press in Bill’s office. She remembered this one. She was face down and held in place with ropes on her wrists, around her waist and each knee tied each side of the bench press, holding her cunt wide open. It was clearly her.In it she had a large pink vibrator in her cunt held in by the panties and a small. "It's alright," she said suddenly, "You can put me down now."What? I blinked and realized I still held her in my arms. Slightly embarrassed, I let her down gently and stepped back as she checked her clothing. What was I doing? She was fine. No harm was done. Let the lady get on with her day. I felt strange. Really strange and I had no idea why. I had this overwhelming urge to protect her. I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. Jesus H. Christ. What a way to start a. I spun around so my ass was toward him, the bottom of my round buttocks teasing from under the circus striped skirt. “Do you like my slutty, little outfit, Uncle Frank?” I rasped, wiggling the pink stem of my plug just inches from his face. He was actually taken aback for a second but his surprise was soon replaced by a look of determined lust, as he began unbuckling his pants. I literally started to drool as he withdrew his rapidly hardening cock and proceeded to stroke it.I slowly pulled the. "No, I don't think that would work," he mused, "but it might be fun to try," he laughed."Well if you decide to try, let me suggest Kim," I offered."Yeah, she sure is a doll," he conceded.Bob and I really got on well, he was a divorcee like me and we had dinner together a few times. One night after a good dinner and two bottles of wine Bob said."Look Hugh," he said, "there's no way I can try out your ideas, you know, with me being a teacher and all, but I could teach you how to hypnotise someone.