She was wearing a black thong. I kissed her bottom and then smacked her cheeks. Bringing up red marks on them. She squirmed.I pulled on the ropes, lif...ing their upper bodies off the sofa. There was a camera in front to capture this. I walked around in front of them and grabbed one of Billie’s nipples and one of Scarlett’s, twisting them violently. Scarlett let out a yelp at this. The only response from Billie was her closing her eyes and putting her head back.I pushed them back onto the sofa,. We cuddled and communicated, and that was more binding than fucking.“I have an announcement.” My son said to Marsha and I over dinner one night, “I’ve asked Christy to marry me, and she’s agreed.”“That’s fantastic, dear!” my wife said excitedly, “Have you set a date yet?”“Not yet, Mother; one thing at a time! We’re going to keep living in Christy’s apartment in town; she likes to be near the theater.”“You don’t like Christy much, do you?” Marsha said to me later, as we got ready for bed.“Why do. His eyes were locked on Michelle’s tits and he was not doing a good job hiding his growing excitement. Despite her initial reservations I could see Michelle starting to open up to the situation. The more we talked the more she laughed and I could see her gazing into his eyes. I could see things starting to develop so I took the opportunity to excuse myself for a moment so they could be alone. On my way back from the restroom I stopped and looked into the bar. I could see they had snuggled. It was a night like any other you were standing there behind the counter, your eyes barely staying open. That's when a man shoved his way through the door. Blood flowed from his neck and his eyes, you jumped back in shock and instinctively reached for a small twenty-two revolver stored under the counter.The man turned to you and lunged at you howling wildly. You pulled the gun and aimed at him telling him to stop and leave the store. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying.