It had cuffs attached for ankles as well. I found it stunning!Like the proverbial moth drawn to a flame I let my emotions and my erotic flashes speak....I asked if I could see what the leather pad felt like. Roger grinned and told me that I most certainly could. I knelt down on it as Roger showed me where to place my knees so the ankle shackles could be attached. I felt so vulnerable and yet that is perhaps just what caused me to ask to have my legs shackled. Roger had an efficiency with this. ” She said looking up at me.I did as I was told. When we had finished, we washed and got out of the shower. How I kept my hands of her, I’ll never know. We wrapped towels around ourselves and went back into the bedroom. “Box number 2 now.” She said, pointing to the box on the bed.I sat on the bed and opened up the box. There were two sets of underwear, stocking’s, my make-up bag from home, two pairs of shoes and another note.The note read – ‘Now you’re all cleaning, we’re going to get you. Nancy moved in on the other side and got close, letting the point of one of her big tits punch into his bicep."Ah, ammmm, yes. Well, an interesting period in English literature indeed... Andrew Marvell's poem about his lady's girdle is most unusual, how he wished he could enfold his sweetheart as tightly as her ribbonish decoration." Gee," Chris whispered."Wrote about her girdle, huh?" Nancy said.Mr. Towson wiggled in his chair.Nancy looked at his crotch. So did Chris. They saw there the. Mijn heerlijke fuckbuddy, Ik kreeg het gelijk warm en overal kriebels. Je kwam binnen en trok je jas uit, Ik ging op bed zitten en we hadden oogcontact, er waren geen woorden, we praten met onze ogen, en mijn ogen die vroegen erom, en jou ogen wouden het mij geven, hard, diep en lang. Je kwam bij me op bed en streelde mijn lichaam, je kuste mij, ik proefde jou lippen, Ohh wat had ik dit gemist. Ik trok jou kleding uit, Je ging voor mij staan en liet je broek en je boxer zakken, daar kwam die.