Reggie’s hand closed down on my thigh. “Really?”“Yeah ... but it happened, I mean I met this woman and she showed me the ropes, you know?”�...�She taught you everything?”“I’m not quite sure about everything, but yeah, she taught me a lot, that’s for sure.”“Can you ... show me?”I groaned and shoved my fingers into her hair. My other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. I pressed her to me, rubbing her firmly against my erection.Reggie closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth. Sensing what I wanted to do, she hooked each of her ankles outside my own legs, spreading herself in the bath with her knees poking out of the water. I couldn't resist. I collected a handful of bubbles in each palm, then tipped my hands slowly, letting the bubbles fall onto Allison's thighs. I watched intently as they slowly slid over the top of her thighs and dripped into the water. Some of the bubbles slid down the tops of her thighs, trickling in a slow line downwards. I placed one hand on. I tookone of his arms to steady him as he stood up."Can we make it?" I asked. He nodded, and we slowly made our way intothe living room. After I got him down, I brought him some water and atrash can."If your tummy gives you problems, don't feel like you have to struggleto the bathroom." Thank you," he said. "Really, I mean it. Thank you. And, and I'm sorryfor being trouble." No trouble. It's the Lord's blessing that we can help. Now just rest.I'll start working on supper. When my husband gets. They went down a flight of steps to a long corridor. They walked to the end, where there was another locked door. Once unlocked then stepped in. A flick of a switch brought some light to the room. It was a red light that lit the cellar room they were in. It was not an ordinary cellar room, this was a dungeon. On the walls were various implements of restraint and torture. Ropes, manacles, whips, paddles and many more. There was a long thin table with restraints on it. A punishment bench and a.