Prologue:
Nancy was shrieking, yelling at Christy, her daughters best friend, to please stop tracing the crotch of her panties with the feather. Tugging her her bonds and trying desperately to pull the hook from the ceiling, trying to get use of her hands... Even through her almost incoherent thoughts she wondered how she could have let what seemed to be a weird request from Christy get so out of hand....
Nancy was shrieking, yelling at Christy, her daughters best friend, to please stop tracing the crotch of her panties with the feather. Tugging her her bonds and trying desperately to pull the hook from the ceiling, trying to get use of her hands... Even through her almost incoherent thoughts she wondered how she could have let what seemed to be a weird request from Christy get so out of hand....
