"You could say I was blackmailed. My sister knows a lot of things aboutme which I wouldn't want the public to know." I hope you're not going to insist...that I wear a bra and make-up everyday."He glanced toward me. "My instructions are to help you as much aspossible, but to let you make your own decisions. Make-up looks good onyou, by the way." It makes me feel like a fool." If it makes you feel any better, the girls want you to win this bet,"was his response.We drove for an hour in silence. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back and whispered the dirtiest things I could dream up in his ear. We knew each other so well that we could cause each other to orgasm on demand. All I had to do was to tell Tommy where and how I wanted his hot shot of cum, and he would produce. He knew exactly how to suckle my clit and push me over the edge in a heartbeat. I don’t think most husbands and wives have what we have. Enough bragging about our sex life. Back to plotting. She even got between each of her toes. She moved to her ankle, then calves, un-wrapping the heat pads to massage her muscles thoroughly, then re-wrapping them before she moved up to her thighs. She rolled first one thigh then the other back and forth, with her hands on the outside and inside, commenting on how loose and supple she was. Stacey imagined she was staring at her young pussy whether she was or not, and she started getting turned on, spreading her legs slightly to allow the. Some guys would cum in five thrusts. It was tight. o o o Q Were you ever hung by your wrists and you were played with all night.o A. Yes. My cowboy boots barely touched the floor. My hands were stretched above my head. This caused my plaid shirt to barely stay on my boobs. Guys and girls walked by kissing, licking and groping me. All the hands on me and attention got me wet. My buttons were popped. My tits eventually hung out.o Q. Have they ever strapped you down to a mattress.o A. .