My thighs parted slightly for her and she smiled at me.She kept running her long fingers over my outer labia, causing it to part and get wet. So I beg...ed her if she would like to lick me; but she giggled, saying she could not do it, since her Boss was a very strict lady and truly conservative.“Now let me check your rosebud; let’s make sure that I have not missed anything around.” She whispered very softly, still giggling.I rolled over, onto my belly, my round ass in the air. I felt the little. . But then everything suddenly changed. The woman stopped, and looked over her shoulder toward the still-open door with a look of consternation on her face. She reached back into the shower and turned it off, then -- much to Henry's dismay -- left the bathroom, flipping the light off on the way out. Shit, he thought again. I just never get a break."Oh well," he muttered. And in that moment of disappointment, Henry suddenly remembered his sister. It was probably just as well that things hadn't. He could be ruling with an iron fist instead of playing at democracy. I would school Mark on just how power should be wielded.The crack of the gun startled me. "Keep your hands up, sicko!" roared a man.I looked behind me to see a man approaching from a rust-colored pick-up truck, a rifle leveled at me. He must be the farmer, I realized. I smiled; as if this man could harm me. I was a God. I could see someone behind him, standing by the truck, long, blonde hair streaming behind her in the. Her thighs were starting to hurt from all that stretching. Next came the bonds holding her waist and her ankles to the bench.When she slowly rose from the bench, Betty felt cramps in her lower back and neck. She rubbed her hands briskly over her flesh, terribly aware of her nakedness in front of the young stud."Like mother, like daughter," David muttered."What?" Betty asked."Nothing. What do we do now, Coach?" Well, I thought you'd enjoy doing some of your own tying up. What about those.