As he got up I told him to remember the lessons he learned, get his shit and go. Frank looked at me like he was going to speak, then thought better of... it, silently put on his clothes and left. I watched drive away in the car that had been parked across the street initially unnoticed by me.I returned to the bedroom after locking the doors and detached the restraints from Jodi. I had already prepared myself for a trip to prison. If Frank wasn't already on the phone with the police then Jodi would. I hoped this wouldn't be justification for even more bondage.Now, as if all this - the tight clothes, the heels, all this bondage - wasn't enough, I felt some one began to fondle my balls. Good thing I was tied to the pole or I'd have jumped a mile. The feeling of vulnerability I was experiencing was beginning to overwhelm me. In my position they could castrate me and I was helpless to stop them. I knew they wouldn't, we may play some heavy games here, but nothing that heavy. Still, there was a. I hated Mom drunk like that because she was not the mother that I knew. She would hang on me telling me that I was just like my dad in everyway looks and personality. Late at night she would be in the kitchen drunk with the radio playing loud and she always wanted me to dance with her. She would take off her bra and panties in front of me from under her dress and I would think about catching a peek at her boob's or vagina. She was so drunk she would be calling me by my father's name, Larry,. At eight o'clock he arrived with the wine under his arm. He was even better looking than his photo. He looked at her and kissed her. "You are beautiful" he told her. They decided to have a glass of wine before dinner. As they sipped the wine he kept kissing her. His kisses got deep and his tongue raided her mouth. He also kissed her neck and the front of her chest as low as her top would allow. As he kissed her he ran his hands down her back and felt her ass and gave it a squeeze. He then ran.