He then led me to arrange my body in the seat, my white cotton briefs all that was between me and the soft cushion. He passed a belt round my naked midriff above my briefs and touching my bare skin beneath the hem of my blouse. He cuffed my wrists and attached these to the arms of the chair. He then bent to the side of me and fastened leather cuffs round my ankles. Taking each ankle in turn he lifted it and I saw then rings and clips all the way up each pillar. My ankles were fastened at about my shoulder height, but my legs spread out to reach the pillars. Then he again flicked on the spotlights and I could now see myself fully illuminated and reflected in the mirror opposite me.My long legs were parted and up in the air, my panty clad bottom perched on the edge of the cushioned chair, the shape of my sex clearly outlined beneath the white cotton. Ranulph came round in front of me, between my body and the mirror, and knelt before my upstretched legs. Very gently he started. ..nothing. I’ve had this amazing fantasy ever since you told me you were fucking your son."Lucy suspiciously asked, "And that amazing fantasy is what?" Oh...It's just a recurring fantasy of mine." He paused a moment and then said, "I’ve always had this fantasy about participating in a mother-daughter threesome. Since you told me about you and your son having sex together, I let my mind run away with visions of you, your daughter and me." Lucy's face turned a crimson red, and the rage she felt inside startled her. She looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear her phone conversation. She had to restrain herself from going off on Keith over the phone. Keith could sense her wrath even over the phone."If you think I'm gonna let you fuck my daughter, you can just get that thought out of your mind," Lucy scolded!"Just calm down and hear me out," he urged. "There is nothing wrong with listening to what I have to say."Lucy struggled with Keith's innuendo. A thousand thoughts.
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