As she watched her sons disrobe, Jim Collins was tying a length of rope to her bound wrists. He passed the other end of the rope though and eye bolt ...n the ceiling of their bedroom. Eve looked back at her husband as he pulled on the rope, pulling her bound wrists and arms towards the ceiling. He kept pulling until her wrists were high in the air and she was bent double. This pushed her velvety smooth ass to new prominence. Eve was magnificent as her pendulous breasts hung. He took a deep breath and pressed his face against her pussy firmly and extended his tongue again. He shook his head from side to side quickly and teased her with the tongue thrashing inside of her pussy. Marty groaned, much the way Les had, and hiked her butt a little more off the seat to better get him access to her crotch. She wanted his tongue deep. Les maneuvered his hands around to brace Marty. He held her hips and lifted her upward. And, Marty, trying to facilitate the head job, spread. We will now bond you with the handcuffs you purchased.” I couldn’t help but smile as the rules were explained to me. This game sounded quite appealing to me. I repeated my earlier phrase, “You got it, love.” And the game began. I felt a body climb onto my chest. The owner of the pussy clearly excited at the prospect of playing this game if the wetness secreting onto my body was any indication. I began to feel the pecks of my sister’s kisses on my neck and up to my face. She drew close to my. Harassment back then was not uncommon and I didn't bother me much, back in the late 70's. I had been married for just under a year now and had just started to be a shared wife and loving it. The guys always leered at me especially the truckers. I had to wear dresses and skirts for work at the time and of course I wore them short, had no others. A few guys were fairly nice and got to know a few a little better. I always wanted to look inside those big semi trucks and so I asked Bob if he would.