The smell of bacon frying in the kitchen filled my nostrils as she turned in my arms and pressed her buttocks against my groin. The smell of her hair ...and perfume mingled with the bacon and I felt myself getting hard. She pressed her soft cheeks against me, and I moved my hips back enough to allow me to slide my cock into her. We made slow, delicious love to the sound of plates clanking in the kitchen.I felt a presence in the hallway, but whoever it was receded out of respect for our privacy. I. " The host walks over to you."Are you familiar with the rules to the game?" He asks while pointing his microphone at you."Um, no" You reply, "My friends brought me here, and then one of the waitresses said I got chosen for the game." You continue."Perfect, new players are always the best" the host chuckles, "The game is multiple choice trivia. Are you good at trivia?" The host points the mic back at you."Yeah, I suppose. It depends on the topic" you answer. "How are you at geography?" He asks.. As shebrowsed through it she smiled and handed it over to me."Take a look Lisa, your a model now."As i looked at the catalog, it was basically mens and womens leatherclothing, custom made saddles, belts, bags, boots, etc. Then towards theback i came to a full page photo of me in the red patent outfit tied toMiss Britts bed with a simple caption......CONTROL. The next 6 pageswere all of me tied up in various positions even a close up of thecollar/cuff device and the head control device and a. Anyway day after day I'd call for him and every time I'd go through the gate into his driveway His mother would always laying their in the Sun. My eyes would instantly be drawn to her chest because she'd wear a yellow bikini which she'd leave the top strings untied so that the top would start to roll down. Every day I would hope that her nipples would be sticking out. One day I went to call on him but he wasn't home and his mom said I should sit with her until he came home. So I'm sitting there.