It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying ge...ntly in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no portable radios blaring. The loudest noise came from squirrels and pigeons fighting over pieces of popcorn and candy.While an occasional passerby would come and go, there were few permanent residents. Two old men sat on a bench deep in an animated. Her nipples were hard and Carmen were obviously getting turned on. I continued massaging her tits, testing their weight in my hands and feeling their firmness. Carmen breath now came in gasps, and her nipples were incredibly hard. I let out a groan of pure lust as I realized that I really had turned on my best friend's mother. Carmen looked into my eyes and her eyes shone with worry, apprehension, and a building fire that seemed to smolder, flaring up in intensity as the sensation of my caress. ”I led her to the back bedroom, chained her collar to the headboard and kissed her goodnight, telling her I was glad she was back. Of course, you know why I had her braid their hair together.“Kittens sweet, bound as one by woven fur.”These kittens did not have fur. They had hair. I hoped braided was as good as woven. If Uncle Bert meant public hair, I was in trouble because I made Andy keep her mound clean shaven. He couldn’t have meant brading their pubic hair and tying them together that way.. She awoke naked in what appeared to be the hold of some sort of ship, with her arms chained behind her back and her legs manacled about thirty centimetres apart, which would have made walking difficult if she had had the strength to walk in the first place. Around her were several dozen other people, all young women of more than average attractiveness and of about an even ethnic ratio, all chained and manacled as she was. ‘What the hell?’ she managed hoarsely, before leaning back against the.