She talked about strange things, wickedness, which I properly wasn't able to identify at all, or I thought this girl was a pervert. She kept on ment...oning such things like "Golden Rain", which I had never heard of. She also began to explain me, like the good teacher, all about this stuff. Well, we met on the day planned at last, and went right into a comfortable hotel around a well off neighbourhood, a luxurious one. “Los Lagos”, was the name for this small hotel which turned out to fit. This one I'm about do this story about is no exception to that:: Witchy Woman and I have been on a mission per say to teach my wife a lesson about fucking around behind my back:: Don't get me wrong at all about that, I have no this or that about her doing such at all. But doing it behind my back and not telling me I did have a problem with!! So such is the case as this story of things will I hope, bring out one of the many times my wife's best friend Witchy Woman and I punished. You move to take off the mask when you realize you can’t move your arms.The reaction is almost instantaneous: your heart starts pounding, your lungs heaving. As you begin to thrash around, you feel a series of straps and handcuffs holding you down: your wrists behind your back, your ankles to the legs of the chair you’re sitting in, your knees held apart. You pull until your wrists start to burn, but there’s no escaping. Still panting, you look around, listen. There’s still no light, no sound.. Yes, I understood now. Would I be the girl at his bachelor party? I told Trevor I would be more than happy to oblige. Trevor began telling me some of the details but I wasn’t listening. I was already shopping in my mind! I found a slinky red velvet dress with enough spandex to really hug my curves. I decided to wear my tight black corset under it with sheer black lace top stockings and black patent leather ankle strap heels. I bought an auburn wig that was three or four inches past my shoulders.