Maybe she was doing some ofthis on purpose. A few times I saw Dad looking at her legs and feet. Andone time I saw her sort of wink at him as she had h...er knees crossed,dangling her shoe back and forth just with her toes. Dad sort of turnedred and looked away. Then I thought of that box in the garage.Interesting.Then one afternoon that week an opportunity presented itself that I couldnot resist. Mom and Dad were at work and Suzy was staying after schoolthat day for some project. I ran home from. She didn’t object to either the fingers or the pretend choking, so I kept that up for a few moments, the shoulder rub now forgotten and my poor erection straining my underwear. Predictably, it happened: after a pretend choking session, my fingers trailed down towards the front of her nightgown, but instead of stopping, with no input from my brain, they moved INTO HER CLEAVAGE and stopped, cupping a full, firm warm breast that had to be at least a full “B” cup, if not a “C”. I was shocked my. Commandant Sellers left and Capt. McHenry returned and then he turned to Mary and apologized, "I am sorry. I should have thought of the obvious solution. I am just frustrated that I don't have another two dozen like you and Donnelly, Jankowski. I will create a press release from your report, and let Morris and Paulson do the 'media dance' for you, if that is OK." That is fine with me, sir," Mary replied. Then she whispered, "I am sorry you got it on my account sir."Capt. McHenry said, "I will. And then stopped. She spun the wheel againso that Chelsie was once more upright. Forcing Chelsie to look into hereyes, the Mistress asked, "Who do you belong to, Chelsie?" Chelsie sobbedher answer brokenly, "You, Mistress, only you"Mistress Lisa released Chelsie's bonds and led her to the stocks. She lockedher head and wrists in into the stocks and bared her bottom, letting thepetticoats frame her sweet ass. Chelsie tried to slow her breathing. Herclit was throbbing and she could still feel her.