Damn. I whisper. I can hear the TV on down stairs blaring some cop show or action movie. Hoping my intruder is sleeping I begin to work on the knot ar...und my wrist. After several minutes of struggling I manage to loosen it enough to slip out of. Throwing on my jeans and a t-shirt, I carefully head down the stairs. The stairs creak a bit under my weight but I dont hear anyone moving so I keep going. At the bottom of the stairs I stoop to try and find my phone in my bag. No luck. As I try to. One of the longest all-consuming orgasms that I had had in a while. And as the last wave of pleasure shuddered through my body, I felt Brad explode deep in my pussy. Moaning my name as he came. As we lay trying to recover our breath, Brad’s cock slipped out of me and he snuggled against me. ‘That was perfect,’ Brad whispered. ‘You are perfect. Simply the best. I love you Bradley Jones.’ ‘Not as much as I love you Allison Jones.’ I drifted off to sleep in Brad’s arms, feeling absolutely. And I won't give you my news." It was Heather whatsername, the junior. Eros is another name for Cupid, and we mostly talked about Ken. Your news can wait."She held up her hand. "What about saying she was so hot?" I told Heather that Ken got as excited about her Cupid as he'd gotten over anything since Abelian groups. Those are math thingies which Ken explained to me several times. It didn't take. She didn't think it was much of a compliment. We joked about that. I'm sorry I mentioned it. Now. If I release you, can I trust you to let me finish? Can I show you the rest of little Marie's fantasy without you taking a swing at me?"It was Rob's turn to smile. "Joseph, this has been unreal. I need to see the end. Yes, let me go and I swear to let you finish. With no punches thrown." Good, because I want you to get a close look at these red, red tits before I untie her." Joseph walked to the restraining chair and pushed the concealed button. The clamps snapped open, and Rob pushed himself.