Imagine, the recently divorced milf next door invites you over for coffee as you just moved into the same apartment building. She tells you how she always had to plan and organize everything in her marriage. She always had to be in control and it drove her insane. Her foot "accidently" grazes your leg under the table multiple times. She says sorry each time but does so with a smile. She laughs at all of your jokes and you cannot help but notice how musical and slightly raspy her laugh is.
As she goes to leave, she notices a large chair like piece of furniture that is hidden under a sheet. The curiosity gets the better And pulls the sheet off without any warning. She looks at the stocks chair with almost starts in her eyes.
She says that she couldn't remember the last time she was "man-handled." You offer to show her the ropes in more ways than one. You start ripping her clothes off with her help and put her in the stocks and tie her up. 30 seconds in, through tears in her eyes and that hypnotic musical laugh she screams how much she is loving being tickled tortured.
