She moans andstruggles but no luck, the nylon cords just keep biting at her ankles and wrists.The stocking hood also made her really uncomfortable. "M...MMFFRRRR!!!!!" As she whimpered through the tight tape gag she wondered if he did it on purposeto use the used panties in the bin, rather than to use the clean ones in herdrawer to stuff her mouth. With this thought she thought she was going to gagfor a second. She pulled at her bonds. "MMMmmm.... "she purred innocently. Alfred sat near her on the. “Oh, my God,” Neema said. “You know what’s happening, don’t you?” I put my arm around her and pulled her head in for a kiss. It was a soft, flat kiss, lips to lips, and we both drew back a little and looked into each other’s eyes.“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered. I followed her up and into her warm, girly bedroom, all pink and lacy and smelling of perfume. At that moment it was like heaven’s antechamber.Without a word, Neema pulled the dress over her head and sat on the bed in her pretty,. Her striking green eyes stared straight ahead now. She knew the drill."What did you do for that hundred bucks?" Joe asked as he laid his hand carefully on her thigh and traced lazy circles there with his thumb and forefinger.Charlie was still staring straight ahead. It wasn't hard for her to remember the first man. She doubted she could ever forget him. If she thought about him too hard she could still taste him on her tongue."I pr-pretty much l-let him do whatever he wanted," Charlie said. Hoping to take my mind away from everything a lady came most days to giveme some ballet exercises in a room just along from my bedroom. Even theact of curtsying became an effort along with remembering to address heras 'My Lady' all the time. It was not much fun and didn't do anything inthe way of taking my mind away from any discomfort; I think it prolongedit trying to do these things with a tampon in your pussy not to mentionthe tight panties holding the sanity napkin. I liked the dancing you.