I'll tell Marianne we're not to see each other until after it's all over. I'm sure she'll understand!" I hope so," Layla's mother agreed. "I certainly... hope so."Unfortunately, Marianne wasn't quite as understanding as mother and daughter had hoped. In fact, Layla's mother probably had the more realistic view when she stressed to her daughter just how difficult it might be to persuade her."Given her background, you know. It's not as if she's had a mother who's supported her like I have you. It. Yet there is a strange excitement in caressing you where your skin is out of reach. Beneath the silk. My hand travels down your side. I can feel the softness at the side of your breast. I want more. Through the silken sheath, my hand finds your nipple. I touch you there and your heartbeat quickens. Races. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect. And you clutch me tighter. At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the. Using Rope my trainer had bound me at my ankles andknees; I was bound in my chair in front of the HDTV. My arms strappeddown so that they were on the arm rests. A slave collar fashioned andlocked around my neck which prevented me from turning my head. A pairof headphones placed over my ears. The first day she straddled my bodyand draped her arms over my shoulders staring into my eyes, she smiledand gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. "Are you ready Pumpkin?" Sheasked. I would nod not. Time slowed to a dead stop, and we met eyes. Before I even knew what happened I was slammed into the wall. Leahs hand aggressively crept onto my package and she said "well are you going to invite me to come downstairs with you?" Not thinking at all, I slam down to my room and lock the door. I grabbed Leahs "V" in her hips and slammed her against the wall. I kissed her deep and without asking she slipped her top off and whispered in my ear. "I know my sister wants you, but IM the one getting.