She was obviously inebriated. Could I believe them?She asked if I’d felt my brother’s sperm in her that week. It was a rhetorical question, appare...tly, because she explained I’d never noticed any other boyfriend’s sperm in her when we were dating, had I? When I sucked her titties while I pushed my pecker in her, She asked if I could tell how many other guys had done that before me? Maybe there was one or maybe there’d been dozens who were as familiar with her body as I was. I might never know.I. ’ Understanding, I stripped down to my sky blue underwear and walked up to her. ‘Better?’ I said, smiling. ‘Much.’ she said. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed those luscious lips. She slowly opened my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues wrestled in her mouth. Then she pushed me away. She layed down on the bench and spread her legs. ‘Hey Sam,’ she said. ‘I have a cramp on the inside of my thigh. Think you could help me out?’ I smiled and straddled the bench. I moved in closely and began to. Then nothing. I tried to focus on myself, closing my eyes, for there was nothing to see in the blackness around me. I was in a chair. An armchair, and my hands and feet were tied to it with what felt like zip ties, clearly not rope. I focused on my body, what I could feel, and determined I was unharmed, except for my fuzzy head. I tried each of my extremities against its bond, but I was held firmly in place. My feet were tied to the chair in a way where they could not touch the ground, so I. “What the fuck have you done to my hole” I yelled.“Trev opened you hole and passage carefully, and then fitted a permanent silicone lined rubber tunnel plug, he has sealed it with latex glue which is now bonding with the flesh so you can take anything up there now”I did NOT like to admit to getting excited, I gently walked into the bedroom and went to get dressed, Tom went down to finish breakfast.I picked a pair of lace stretch panties, and some black lace topped hold up stockings, the panties.