Then suddenly Ann's lovely blue eyes gleamed. Of course!Burt!The clodhopper would do anything she asked and would keep his mouth shut.He was so servil... and obsequious he wouldn't dare to not do exactly whathe was told. He had no willpower of his own and his feeble uneducatedbrain would be incapable of doing anything but what she commanded him to.Why, he barely had the confidence in his own decisions to know when to eator sleep and he really was moronic. If, in her place, he did. "But -- I don't, I don't want Rhonda to hear what..." Neither do I, hon," he continued, talking softly."But -- I -- How... ?" Maybe we can talk after she's asleep?" He held out an offer.At this point Jeanne was not absorbing exactly what this meant. She just knew that she did not want anyone, not even her best friend, to know what happened."Okay!" she whispered as Rhonda returned.After 11 PM, the girls went upstairs. As usual, they went into the queen-sized bed together.While waiting for Rhonda. I couldn’t see what it was but found out later it was a gag, inflatable inside my mouth, that I knew straight away as Richard pumped it up so all I could do was grunt. Next he fitted wrist and ankle cuffs which were locked on with padlocks, I didn’t see any keys but assumed they were somewhere safe in their possession. A very short chain was added between my ankles and wrists. ‘There that should stop her running away.’ Richard said laughingly to my Wife. ‘I think it is time for us to retire. Remember I am a paying customer. My wife was playing a role for me but now she sees an incentive for herself. The next minute I see her right hand at the base of his cock, and her head moved towards his unit. She now began licking the head of his cock! Lance relaxed back in his seat and put the money and wallet at the end table. Lance said, Oh that feels good. How does it taste sweetie? My wifes reply was not bad. He instructed her to lick the base, the head, and even his balls. Lance made it.