Not even a blanket or a sheet covering her up. She was laying on her stomach, one leg out straight, the other bent at a ninety-degree angle to her sid....She remembered the last words she had heard before he left. He’s going to think that because I’m still here, and still naked in bed, that I want to have sex with him again. This was as far as her thought process made it before she heard his jeans unzip again. He was standing in the bedroom door.“Hello, my little Heather Duster,” he greeted her. I flick my eyes from the page to you, then back to my book. Sorry, honey, I’m enjoying this story too much. Tap, tap, tap.I do love the cheeky wiggle of your bare toes on the fluffy rug. It’s tempting to tickle them with my tongue. I smile into the page at that thought but decide to toy with you a bit more.I set my narrowed eyes on you. Make me! my smirk whispers. You snatch my book out of my hand roughly and chuck it aside. How dare you! You’ve just made me lose the page now.You pull my. I pulled her arms behind her back and folded her arms, pulling her hands in between her shoulder blades. I pulled each braid under her wrists and wrapped the hair around them. I grabbed her chin and tilted her head back as far as it could bend, to work the slack out of the braids. Aiko gasped at the sudden jerk of her head. I wound her braids around her hands and wrists, leaving enough length to tie a square knot, and closed the tie with it. Aiko was breathing heavy and grimacing. The pressure. Washburn?" she asked.I was relieved to be asked a question I could readily answer, and said, "They're doing Tequila shots. It can be a lot of fun." It looks fun," she said just as Tala's toes pressed against my cock, wiggling them backwards and forwards, even tickling my testicles.I put my wineglass down and said, we can do it if you want to. It involves biting into a lime, downing a shot of /tequila and then licking some salt off your wrist.Tala spoke for the first time since she'd begun.