She—for the sake of simplicity, let’s just refer to the lady in question by the female pronouns—was a casual friend. We had met at one of these ...loated, generic open-air rock music festivals that desperately followed the intention of featuring an eclectic selection of whatever was considered hip among the youngsters of the scene but still ended up playing what, by any connoisseur, hardly passed as more than a slightly more aggressive juvenile re-interpretation of Schlager music that plays on. Inside the house, Tara went right to the bedrooms to stake the claim toone, with the little girl almost fainting at seeing the pink room andcrying at the beautiful furniture. She climbed into the bed and washaving trouble not jumping on it as it was perfect for her, with Maryhaving to hide a smile at her being so energetic. Anthony wisely let herhave her fun, instead he moved their boxes inside and ignored the littlegirl's bouncing and gleeful laughs as she rolled around on the bed.When Anthony. He folded a bandanna and tied it over Nadia’s eyes. He told Nadia that she would do everything he told her, without question. Nadia nodded in agreement.Nadia felt Ronald’s hand on her ass. He rubbed her ass cheek, slipping his fingers in her. She gasped when he put one in her ass. He held it there, then slowly pulled them back out. She then felt him wrap something around her ankles. Then he repeated it to her wrists. She was bound to her own bed by her son, blindfolded.She heard him leave the. .. for now.”I sat up and looked around. Master Bruce was unfolding a large gray blanket that had evidently been in the backpack.He looked over at me and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up and oiled down and then we can do the second video.”I started to ask, “What second video?” but then I said, “Oh, that one.”“Yes, that one,” Mistress June said. “Unless you want to just get back on your bicycle and go home.”“No,” I answered, “I said I would do it and I will. It might be fun... except for getting.