He put one hand on top of my head whilst the other made a snap with his fingers. Debbie lay restless in her sexy, new nighty, annoyed that I’d rain-checked again. “If you want me to stop him from calling….” I ventured hopefully. I’d fantasize about being tied and sexually used and abused, and what Aunt Molly may have had in her plans. Some were about college and your name was mentioned, but mainly we talked about him. ………………….. “It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“Why, what do you mean…’So’ ? This time around I had much more to lose, but still he was assuming command. I grabbed the bag off the shelf and delved into the zipper pouch inside. We had reached a point where she would routinely tie my outstretched arms to the sides of the bed so she was free to use me however she wanted. What are you talking about?” I asked, unnerved by her stark tone and unsure where this was going. I knew my fate was sealed when I felt the
