She tried everything she could to escape or disrupt the proceedings, but to no avail. At the end, when the pastor read the vows instead of her saying ...‘I do’ her mother said, “She does.”After the ceremony they’d all gone to a cheap motel. While her mother kept explaining they were doing this to save her soul, and provide her the discipline she needed from a husband his parents had tied her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. When they finished tying her down her mother kissed her, and. Like a bucket of ice cold water.Smack! my arm lashed out automatically, and my fist smacked into something solid with a satisfying cracking sound."Fucking hell!" It was a bloke's voice, an old bloke,"What's that for!" For that!" I shouted, "What the fuck are you doing!" You hit me!" he wailed."You fucking groped me!" I pointed out, "What the fuck do you think I am? fucking queer or something?" Well you're a Lib Dem aren't you?" he asked."No I'm fucking BNP," I insisted, "Al's a Lib Dem not me.". Robert lunged out his hand and grabbed her into him. She clasped her hands around his back in fear. She let out a sigh of relief. “Nice catch.” she said gratefully. Robert pushed her off and grabbed her shoulders. “I want to fuck you. Right now.” he said bluntly.Ms. Woolson laughed and replied “Well what are you waiting for?” Yanking up her skirt even more and then pulling up her top, she started to fondle her breasts.The expression Robert exhibited could have been easily compared to the. It had a pink ribbon used to tie the front together in a zigzag pattern from the bottom up to the top. My mother stood up and I saw the rest of her, she was wearing black stocking and the suspenders had pink bows on each one and no knickers. Fuck, she looked hot.“I want you to see my smooth fanny as well”She got on to the bed and stood over the top of my. I could see her stocking tops and her smooth fanny then her hairy bit just above her lips sticking out below her basque.My mother lowered.