"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression," she said quickly. "He's right. I was stewing about the games. I was happy to meet you and I hope you'll fee... welcome here. Maybe you can class-up this joint a little." This coming from a woman who bared her breasts at the breakfast table yesterday," Sarah said with mock reproach. "That was an appalling breach of etiquette, if you ask my opinion."Lucy looked puzzled but someone came to her rescue again. This time it was Veronica."We need to show you the. I didn't remove my hand his cock had me mezmerised. He pulled my top over my breast he cupped both of them and sucked one then the other bite and suck on both. My eyes Closed and I was weak. I was sooooo weak he pushed me back opened my shorts and pulled them off. I couldnt stop grabbing on his cock. I was begging. Please, Please give it to me. He pulled his cock out...it danced up and down my eyes followed my mouth watered. My pussy was wet, i was grinding on the couch and begging. He told. I’m sorry, John.”“It’s okay, Gail,” he said, though neither of them really believed it, “but I don’t think you should come to visit anymore, it’s just too hard for me.”Gail nodded her understanding, and touched his hand gently.“I’ll never forget you, John, and I’ll pray for you.”It was thoughtful of her to say, but John knew that he would soon be a distant memory, hopefully, mostly a pleasant one. She had a new man to love, and who loved her, and he and Mark deserved all of her devotion.Gail. “Bondage.”“Um...” Mr. Armstrong said. “Well, I have the rope in the car you had me buy. I haven't tied her up since last week.”This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.“No, we need more than that,” Clint said. “Let's go to our dungeon.”“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.“Quiet, whore,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You... you.