She told me she had no money just what was in her purse and was aiming to hitch to the south. I told her my plans and the time it was to take me and s...aid she could join me if she wanted and that I would be pleased with some company and then told her the reason why my wife wasn't there. She thought about it and agreed.So, the long journey began and Kat (Kathleen) was ace with directions. We had long chats on the way and I asked her why she had left home so quick, she simply said…I walked into my. After 4 years of trying, they sadly had to agree.They talked about several options and although Craig made a decent living, the cost associated with these options was prohibitive."If we could just get somebody to help us... anyone!" cried Anne."What do you mean somebody?" asked Craig."Oh, I don't know... maybe a rich relative or some clinic that would take us as a test case" she replied."We've been all through that Anne. I'm convinced that we've tried everything and I'm fresh out of ideas,". The only real difference is that my wife wears a 34-C bra while our daughter wears a 34-A bra. Other than that they are almost identical. They even share clothes quite frequently.My wife knows my fascination with photography because she has posed for me since before we were even married, both dressed and totally nude. So when she saw a very sexy and discreet photo in a magazine of a nude mother and her daughter against a beautiful sunset she said quite honestly that I could have taken a better. Not even wearing the stockings anymore. Just naked, chained, with his tie as a gag in my mouth.I didn't want to move. I felt lethargic, depressed...I watched the camera...but it wasn't moving...caressing me like it was doing before. Even though the room was lit, it seemed very sterile; the life had just left it. Was my weekend done? Did I get to go home? Will something awful happen to me now? Somehow that last question didn't seem to matter...I heard footsteps coming towards the cell door. He.