I tend to be more lenient when I’m relaxing and watching the waves’. As we settled in the front seat of my truck, I looked over at her and she gav...e me a smile that made her eyes light up. I grinned back at her and in some sort of unspoken communication we leaned in toward each other and kissed softly. I felt a rush from my lips through my entire body as our lips touched and a surge of disappointment as they parted. ‘Wow, that was nice’, I said, ‘was that my thanks for rescuing you?’ ‘No’, she. Withher stance on the bricks and wearing the fetish boots, Jane was carefulto not move as she could easily break an ankle if she fell. In shortorder, a leather Sweet Gwen hood was laced tightly over her head, theopen face exposing her eyes, nose and mouth. A severe posture collar wasquickly buckled and then locked to ensure the hood would be removed.Jane nervously watched as Kurt approached with the fiercesome looking bitgag. The metal tab that extended into her mouth would ensure her. " He said "come with me".He turned and guided her up the stairs. She hesitated for a split secound then followed him.On the way up the stairs Peter was happy that he had made the girls leave the living rooms as the sight of too naked girls might shock his new target, and make things a bit more difficult.Peters plan for this woman was very simpel, and the fact that she seemed to be used to being in a position of power made this even better. He wanted to try and control her physically and not. Charming gent in his late sixties answered that door, handshake and invited in to meet Helen. Was I fucking amazed! She could have been the most glamorous Mayoress of your town, the president of the local W.I. or a long retired newsreader for the BBC. Elegant, grey hair with just few dark ones, aqualine features and the figure of a woman who had obviously looked after herself. She was a stunner. Hubby provided a very good bottle of French red wine and we got to talk about each other. Helen held.