Curled around his back with her hand draped over his hip and stomach was the girl. She made a soft moaning noise and he realised she wasn’t asleep. ...ow long had she been there?What are you doing awake? You need some sleep. He rolled out of her arms to face her. Maybe she was frightened. Needed some comfort. Want a hug, eh? He put his arm around her shoulder – she’d taken off the t-shirt he’d given her. Too hot perhaps, in his centrally heated flat. Then she opened her eyes. In the pitch black. How mixed up was I, let alone how did they feel?They had covered me in the beautiful silk gown that I had worn into the room when I first arrived, so I now wrapped it around me, as I looked for them. I could hear their voices in the other room and saw them sat together, in the far corner around the computer. Carrying on around the house I soon found the en suite and jumped into the shower, allowing the hot cascade to warm and clense me, both physically and spiritually. What just happenned must. Tamara had been shopping and had bought soft rope, a blindfold and an amazing outfit for herself. It was a skin tight black wet look corset dress; she had also bought, thigh high, black boots with a six inch heel. Just seeing her dressed up like this was reward enough for me and I had resigned myself to allow her to do anything she wanted to me. I was bound by each wrist and each ankle to the corners of the bed, spread eagle and flat on my back. I gave the ropes a tug and they were very secure.. He wasn't a millimeter shy of 6'4", he had a muscular, athletic build, bald head, dark chocolate skin and he was VERY attractive. Scott could see the picture of his fantastic cock in his mind and his tiny prick pulsed in anticipation. With the difference in height, Scott did in fact feel like a boy next to a strong Daddy. "Take off your clothes," were his only instructions.Scott put his bags down and started to slowly undress. "Hurry up, shithead," the man bellowed and Scott began to pick up.