.. you know?"A tear ran down my face. Had she never experienced love or affection? Could it really be true? And if so, was this place the right one to... feel it for the first time? In a basement torture room while tied to a gyno chair?I undid her bindings and helped her off the chair. Then I closed my arms around her, gently rubbing her back. She was confused for a moment, then she hugged me back and silently cried."Listen, dear. Neither me nor Mike will ever take advantage of you. This is your. I wonder about the effects of that. Despite their experiences with control and obedience, both of them still find comfort in having access to their genitals physically restricted. I don't know what it implies, but it intrigues the hell out of me. This time that I've spent with them makes me that much happier when my own children return from boarding school for the Summer recess. While they were away, I experienced periods where I didn't feel like much of a mother. I sent them away to be raised. Aur mujhe apne khade mote lund ko hilate dekh boli: Ye kya kar rahe ho? Besharam.Main kuch nahi bola aur bas muskurate hue hilate raha.Shobha: Tabhi sochu 30 hone mein itna time kyu laga. Besharam kahi ke, bilhul bhi sharam nahi aarahi kya?Main: Ab aap kar hi rahe the aisa sab to control nahi hua bhabhi. Aur fir aapse kya sharmana.Shobha jhut moot ka gussa dikha rahi thi. Par uske chehre par jhuta gussa zyada der tak rah nahi payi aur muskaan aa gayi.Shobha: Besharami ka award milega tumhe.. I had laid out everything that I needed and with a trembling hand I picked up the first makeup brush and froze. What if I had forgotten how to apply the makeup due to the months of inactivity?My fear vanished as soon as the brush touched my face. All the lessons I had been taught came rushing back to me. About two hours and a half hours later, I placed the long brunette wig on my head and Melissa was reborn. I affixed the fake breasts to my chest and covered them with a black silk shelf bra.