The three of them lined up and I set the camera on a timer. “Your parents are two rooms away. How her teeth would look biting into the gag, or how her eyes would widen with fear the next time I had to punish her… “Yeah…” I agreed, “That’s where I’d get it.”
Not that I knew what ‘it’ was. “So what’s with this?” Mom asked, taking the blindfold from Dad and spinning the thin, smooth strap in her fingers. Before I knew it, Rose was back home and blabbering on about all the stuff she’d done in Paris. I’ll wait.” she said. “Go on.” I said, sighing, “We shouldn’t leave together.”
“Ok.” she said quietly. A soft black eye cover with a slightly lighter satin pattern across the front, with a thin, elastic strap. I could probably just take some painkillers, but I thought this might be easier.”
Mom let out a little ‘Hm.’, sounding satisfied with my story, and threw it to me. I reached under the hem of her dress and felt the crotch of her panties.
