She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Maries face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The movement was so slight nobody wou...d have noticed it if they werent looking, but to John — and no doubt, Marie — she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her legs wide open. Try the red button, second row. John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, second row. Red button. John looked at the device. Nothing was labeled, Lora must have memorized it. Grabbing a handful of her long hair I forced her to her knees. Kneeling in front of her I used my body to prevent her from trying to run again. I quickly fastened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. One of her hands found my cock while I was busy restraining the other. I felt a light squeeze and almost groaned out loud. Before I could lose myself in the feel of her touch I snatched her hand away and strapped it into the other leather restraint.I leaned in close to her ear my voice a low. She saidthat I was bound to leak from time to time, and sometimes they wouldn'twash clean, and so she suggested that I wear dark coloured ones at thistime of the month. I could see the sense of that, but part of me wasirritated beyond belief that I'd missed the signs. Bloody hell, I'd beenwaiting for them for years - as Michael - worried that it would betraumatic, when in the event, it turned out to be smelly, messy,sometimes causing me those odd little pains (worse when I got stomachcramps),. A bit younger than my parents, they were a professional couple in their late thirties/early forties. He was a thin man with a long bushy beard. I always admired how cheerful and confident he was. His wife was just as nice, she was a full figured woman with thick curly hair. More so, she had the most enormous breasts. I loved seeing her in all her outfits-T-shirts, sweaters, blouses, dresses- I secretly loved looking at her in every way. And, when she wore heals, I hard a hard time not glaring..