Mother Africa was a soft-spoken, pleasant woman. They'd communicated on the phone several times as well as chatted online. Not once did she come off a...s irrational or overly demanding. In fact, her demeanor could have been described as sweet. She said she dabbled in BDSM when the notion hit her and she was extremely selective of the subs with whom she chose to play. She never brought up the subject of money and she wasn't even particularly interested in cam shows or making John perform tasks to. It seemed vaguely familiar - was it someone I already knew? I clambered out of the car as best I could - not easy from a lying position with your hands cuffed behined your back, but the strong pull on the dog chain and nipple clamps gave me a strong incentive. Once I was standing, another curt order - "spread your legs". I felt cool hands on my cock and balls, and a rope was secured tightly around them. "OK, let's go", and there was a strong pull on the dog chain and rope. I struggled to stay. The lights in the house flickered and faded thunder rolled. “Well I guess we’re both going up stairs no,” Janice said as she got to her feet a little uneasy. “We’ll clean this up tomorrow.” Feeling around in the darkness as their eyes adjusted to the light the pair found the stairs and made their way up to Janice’s room. “Let me dry you off.” Janice said. She felt some resistance from Katie. “It’s okay…” Before Katie could finish Janice had her shirt off and was leading her towards the. Her hips squirmed, and she moaned behind thegag.“Fantasy,” she’d said, “utter trust, anything you want, no holdsbarred.” The sons were out with their Aunt, and we were alonefor the first time in a long time. “The nastiest pleasures youcan imagine.” And she’d leered at me.“Who first?”“Flip you for it!”I’d won. Now I knelt naked behind her, trying to decide justwhere to put my stiffening penis. As I pondered, I.