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The Frog bench 3

Without warning, he suddenly reached down, and pinched it. She jerked in the stocks, but managed to keep her silence, brazing herself for another attack. But he stood upright again, looking down at her gleefully. He started to mock her more openly now, grabbing her face and squeezing it, making her cheeks bulge, deforming her features. She started to protest, trying to pull away, but he controlled her easily.

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The Frog bench 2

He started to instruct her. "Now, put your ankles in the outer holes... right... OK, keep your knees up... good! And now your wrists in the middle ones...yes, just like that, perfect! Now hold it..!" With a swift move, he turned the other bottom half round, locking her limbs in place. There was a sharp click from the padlock, , and there was no way back; she would remain in this propped up awkward position for as long as he decided. "Now lean your head back, please. Yes, good..." Carefully, he conducted her long hair over the back half of the neck holder. He putted the front piece in place and locked it, trapping her neck, making her sit stiffly erect.

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The Frog bench

Finally, the door bell rang. He had to keep himself from running, letting it ring once more. Then he opened the door, and again, he had to take hold of himself. She was huge!

Alright, that was just as he had specified in the phone call, but seeing her in the flesh was something else. She was wearing a short, white mini dress and white high heels, which accentuated a pair of diamond shaped calves. Those led up to her sweeping, bulging thighs. She had a particularly tiny waist, and small breasts (oh well, you can't have everything). Two massive shoulders beneath a surprisingly delicate face, which was crowned with a fountain of
long, blond strands of hair, streaming down right to her shoulder blades.

He took it all in for two seconds, and then regained his composure. Still, he had the feeling that she had noticed his initial reaction and had taken it for granted. Without waiting for further invitations, she entered the hall."Hello handsome! Please be a good boy and show me where I can change?" "You assume to much!", he thought, and chuckled. But for the moment he directed her to one of the bedrooms. He himself returned to the living room, full of anticipation.

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The Houdini Contest

Initially, she had had her doubts when one of the boys suggested they would hold a 'Houdini contest', but as she got to see how innocent the game actually was, she relaxed. Amused, she watched how the teenagers, one after the other fought and struggled to escape the, mostly inadequate bondage's inflicted upon them by their class-mates. Her son Philip got to tie up a boy named Hank, but he did such a sloppy job; Hank easily broke the record for the fastest escape of the afternoon.

Now it was Hank's turn to pick a victim. And to everyone's surprise he chose... Mrs. Beaumont! Whether she liked it or not, amid great hilarity, Philip's mother had to follow Hank to one of the straight chairs in the dining room, and sit down. Now, as the rules prescribed the other kids went down the hall to wait for Hank to call them back in again, to witness the escape
attempt of his friend's mother. He took his time, but finally, he called them in. Laughing and joking they entered the dining room, but as soon as they turned their eyes to Mrs. Beaumont, you could hear a pin drop.

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