We were all sitting at the table and I thought I would get the conversational ball moving. "Mrs Wesley, I've been telling John about our arrangement, ...nd how nice you are. He just doesn't believe me. Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" The look on her face was as good as a spanking and almost as good as a blow job. "Well?" She slowly got up and came around the table to lean over and give me a peck on the cheek. I grabbed a wrist and pulled her into my lap. Soon I had a decent. This guy is a psycho. I think he stalked me or something; how else did he find out where I live? He came to my home...” “I told him!” Jessica was a few inches further from him now, fearing some kind of backlash. He turned to look at her, betrayal in his eyes. “What?!” “I knew him from my gym! He told me about you and somehow I recognised the description, so. He kind of just asked nicely”. “Asked nicely?” Matthew noticed his voice was beginning to sound hysterical. Usually, he liked to keep his. Then she pulls the rope attached to the left leg over to the corner of the bed and down to the left footboard leg. She ties it lightly. Next she does the same to the right leg, tying it to the right footboard leg. This one she pulls tightly, forcing the leg down against his right shoulder. Then she tightens the rope on the left leg, pulling it tightly down on his left shoulder. There he is, ass in the air and his asshole, cock and balls totally exposed. Then, she notices that his rock hard cock. It was obvious that there looks of concern was starting to be overtaken completely by looks of lust. They realized that this was going to be the perfect crime. “N-no I guess not.. what are you guys doing with my breasts?” she said as she felt his hand start to squeeze her left tit. Another foreign hand reached groped her other breast. Another stroked her smoother stomach while another started rubbing her teen pussy. “No-No Please don’t! What are you doing!” she screamed. The man put her gag.