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Keeping two behind the front door

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“Hello Angie, glad you came. Sorry I wasn’t able to greet you properly. Now I need a
shower and change. I’ll leave you with David. Don’t take too long David, OK ?”

“OK ma, you go and finish off . I’ll leave Angie for a few more minutes and then untie her too”

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As mother shuffled out of the room with one hand pulling on her still knotted crotch rope,
Angie waited patiently for David to finish up. Once mother left David loosened her gag scarf to leave it around her neck.

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Keeping two behind the front door

by Charles Spencer

Part two

“Right clothes off my dear, down to bra and panties, like mother, then sit in the chair”

Twenty minutes later Angie shrugged her shoulders as she tried to relieve the aches in her shoulders and asked herself why she put herself through the uncomfortable and at times painful experiences. But then she thought again. She might hate skiing, but the apre-ski was out of this world.
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Keeping two behind the front door

Keeping two behind the front door by Charles Spencer

Part one

Some years have passed. David is in his mid 20's now and through the Church members he has a job as a local engineering worker doing CAD design. He is well liked but doesn't socialise a lot and keeps to him self very much. Most people accept that he is on the Autism spectrum and get along with his foibles. He still lives alone; he and his mother still have their Friday evening sessions whenever possible.

He also has a girlfriend, Angie Sampson. She is a newly qualified accountant working for a local firm and is quite smitten. David soon introduced her to his obsession, which she went along with, although not really enjoying being tied up, for two reasons: she liked David a lot and hoped it would lead to long term. David was very well endowed, so he usually got her a very pleasant reward after.

After some months of splitting his time David had suggested to both women, during a meal out, it was perhaps time for them both to be involved in a session. Suprisingly, his mother was the first to consider and agree whilst Angie took a little longer, all the way to the desert course. So it was agreed, and Friday evening came.

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Tea interrupted

She could hear the men talk in the adjacent room as they were trying to open the safe. She could hear them but she didn't understand a word. What language was that? Bulgarian? Slovak? Definitely eastern Europe. One voice sounded soft and deliberate, taking long pauses. The other one was more agitated, rattling on impatiently. But after about a minute, the quiet man uttered one word, sternly, and there was silence.

Virgina's shoulders ached. Her wrists were tied and crossed high up between her shoulder blades. She looked at her grandmother across the table. Fortunately, the older woman had not been tied as elaborately. She was just bound to her chair, her hands tied behind its back.
Where she felt the urge to fight the ropes even while she knew it to be futile, her Grandmother seemed resigned.

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