"I grinned. "Actually, I want to know what you were thinking when you were locked to the foot of the bed and we were fucking." Well, I tried to touch ...y cock, but the chain was too short. I sat there and imagined how happy you were to fuck. I could hear your panting and mewing, and I could feel the bed shaking a little."I smiled. I felt that making Gilbert listen to us fuck was meaner than leaving him tied to the bed all night. It made my pussy squirt to think about Gilbert sitting there. Feeling the texture of her sexy hair and smooth back. She stood up on her toes to look into my eyes. We kissed naturally. Her fresh lips were like ripe fruits and holding her silky head was making me horny.When she couldn’t stand up anymore, we sat in on the bed making out. After a few minutes, I decided to take a chance and opened the top and bottom strings of her blouse. It came loose and the only thing holding it in place was my chest pressed to hers.Then I lifted her by her narrow waist and. My softly toned body, slight abs barely visible and small b cup breasts that I thought were perfect for my body type. “I wish you let me pay for the surgery” he mutters as his hands begin to work the buttons of his own shirt. I looked at the ground as I heard his words, he always had a way of building me up and crashing my confidence within the space of moments, my breasts were often a point of ridicule when he was in a particularly cruel mood, often he would tell me how nicer my grandmothers. An jenem Tag war ich alleine zu Hause, als es an der Türe unserer Villa klingelte; ich sah erst mal was die Überwachungscamera am Tor zeigte, es war ein Lieferwagen der Post und als ich fragte worum es ginge wurde mir gesagt sie hätten eine Lieferung für Herrn Müller, meinen Vater. Ich drückte das Tor auf und bald fuhr der Lieferwagen vor. Schon bald läutete die Türglocke, ich öffnete und sah einen riesigen sargähnlichen Koffer vor mir stehen, doch blitzschnell standen drei fremde Männer, zwei.