After a long hug and kiss, Martha offered him a drink in the living room and they talked. He had long ago split with the wife she knew and had recentl... lost his second wife. There were no further ties to where he now lived so he thought about the town he left so long ago. He heard about Sam’s death so made the phone call.Martha filled him in on the basics of Sam’s demise and told briefly about the young couple who were living there and running the farm. During their second drink she sat by him. He told me that he fantisized about doing thing with my mom when he would jerk off. Thats when i asked him like what he said like her giving him head and then fucking her. I noticed he was even harder then befor, and i asked him if he was hard for me or the idea of me looking like my mom. He answered quick mostly your mom but its still you. Buy this time he was rubbing his crotch and i said damn that thing lookes like its going to rip through your pants. he laught and said it feals like it to. “Now, your soft safe word is purple. Your hard-safe word is red. If something is becoming too much but you can continue other stuff, say purple. If you literally can’t do anything further, say red. Do you understand?”“Yes”“Also, when we’re playing you will refer to me as sir. Now, lift your arms above your head as far as they can go. Stand on your tippy toes if you must.”I do so and immediately, I feel my arms being clipped in above my head. I look up and for the first time, I notice a hook. At the far end, nearest the stairs, was Suzanne. She was covered in zits, and she was fat with little boobs, which is like the worst thing a girl can be. Suzanne seemed pretty embarrassed, but Doctor Allen whispered something to her that made her smile as she finished up examining her. Then Doctor Allen gave her a little peck on the cheek. “Maybe I should prop the door open, so I wasn’t trapped in the basement with the rest of these morons,” I thought to myself, but when I looked back the door.