A woman walks past, see’s his dick and starts feeling it. The man thinks, “Hey, this ain’t too bad.” Then he puts his dick in the second hole,...another woman walks by, and gives him a blow job. At this point, he is literally blown away. He quickly shoves his dick in the last hole, and yet another woman walks by, and she starts to shag him. After they are done rocking, he high-steps it back inside and goes to the counter. The assistant asks “What size then?” “Forget the condoms,” says the man,. Without a word or a sound, they reached under various cushions, directed unerringly to the items that they simply knew would be there. In fact, they knew exactly what the items were, and what they were to do with them. No matter how their imprisoned consciousness screamed and shouted, it did nothing to stop their bodies from carrying out the motions.Each of them soon held two pairs of bright, gleaming metal handcuffs, one with a short chain, the other with a longer one. There was no hesitation. She wouldn't know anyone and Tara was worried she was that, at thirty-seven, she might be too old to attract the younger guys or couples that would be here. So in anticipation of the trip, she bought some great bikinis and a couple of club outfits. Once they decided to come down she upped her workout regime and got her weight down to 130, the same weight she was in college. She spent more time with Anthony, her trainer, working on her core and firming her butt. Not that she minded the extra. "The blousing room, boy. I'm going to play with my son-in-law's clitoris while he worships my blouses."Vincent Pearl knew the blousing room only too well from previous visits. It contained blouses that lent a divine enchantment to his mother-in-law on events which she considered to be special occasions. She had discovered, over his many visits, which blouses made a helpless slave of the little wimp. She installed him on the blousing couch. Ohhh, it already had a dozen of her petticoat slips.