He spoke. “Dave – may I call you Dave?” I nodded, and he continued. “Call me Derek, please. I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.” I ...odded again. “Yes, the thought had occurred.” He smiled again, recognizing my reserved demeanor toward him. “Yes, I’m sure. Any man would wonder, coming home and finding his wife entertaining another man. First, let me assure you that my visit is purely for business and artistic reasons.” He looked at me for a moment and then at Allison, who had been watching. “I can’t help but think this is a bad idea. I know you’re eighteen and legally there really isn’t anything I can do to stop you, but I don’t think you should go alone.” “Hell, mom,” Sam complained. “I’m not a baby, I can take care of myself. I’ve been riding with Gramps every summer since I was twelve. I know a ton of the bikers and nothing is going to happen. You know I’m a good rider. Gramps taught me how to defend myself and what to watch out for. Besides, this will be the first that some of. The rustling satin maids dress flounced around as he clip clopped around trying to desperately walk like a lady-he wanted this humiliation to end but at the same time was so sexually aroused and frustrated-these woman had complete control of him!.Infuriated by her lame attempts at walking correctly, the woman decided to shackle the maids legs together and cuff her wrists to her neck collar and lead, forcing her to walk with her legs together and arms upright and shoulders back… Madame C and. This was my weekend to be with my father. My dad greeted me with a hug and he took my bags to the spare bedroom. We ate some dinner that evening and talked some before my dad turned in for the night.I normally stay up late and I went to use the bathroom before heading to bed when I saw the light underneath the closed door to my dad's bedroom. I knocked gently, but I didn't get a reply. I opened the door slightly and looked in. There was my dad sound asleep on top of the bed. He was also asleep.