The real question is what would make her happy, a fulfilled and functional person? It was obvious this personality quirk was not new; she probably had... it all her life. Yet she spent over thirty years as a perfectly content person. That contentment is the true goal; the question is how to achieve it? He kept his eyes locked with hers."I think I understand," he said slowly. "What we need to do is help you become the best person you can and that may not fit the concept of what society considers. And before Bernard had a chance to say hello, he heard a man’s deep voice.“Let me hold it for you.” For a moment, Bernard saw the face of a good-looking black man. He had a thin, yet well-defined beard, and he appeared to be in his early forties.“Oh, hehe, thank you.” Bernard recognized the joyful sound of his wife’s voice.“There… we go.” The man said as the video flipped and Hazel came into focus.Wow… Bernard saw his lovely wife looking up into the camera, smiling. Her tits were out and she. One was tied facing an X-shaped wooden frame and the other was bent over what looked like a padded sawhorse with her wrists and ankles spread and tied to the legs. Both were completely naked. Lisa watched enthralled as a man moved into the shot and clamped clothes pins to the nipples of the girl on the sawhorse. He then added what looked like small fishing sinkers to them. This stretched her breasts down and Lisa thought this must have really hurt. But she also wondered what it would be like to. She moaned a bit, her own arms moving to wrap around his torso, feeling his hand caressing over the small of her back, making her arch a bit into him. Mostly out of surprise, her eyes fluttering open for a split second before falling closed. Her body felt hot in the clothes she wore, wondering if he felt the same.Slowly he parted his mouth from hers, looking at her beautifully flushed cheeks. She was panting slightly; his eyes were admiring her, all over her. She was sweet at candy, her taste.