Her bedroom was a typical teenage girls room with posters of boy bands on the wall. A few stuffed a****ls in one corner and a bit on the messy side. T...ere was was a shelf with all of her track trophies and ribbons.Katie jumped on to the bed, sat up against her pillows and told me to sit down. I pulled out here desk chair and just as I was about to sit down. "Not there. On the bed with me" Okay" I responded I laid down on my side on the end of her bed. She stretched out her legs spreading them. The handcuffs dug into my straining wrists behind me. It was a painful sensation, which I tried to focus my mind on instead of the intense pleasure I was torturously being subjected to."I want to let you," she began, slowing the rate at which she stroked me. "But, I'm worried you won't properly appreciate this gesture."I was about to promise her that I would, before realizing I wasn't asked a question. It was taking every ounce of willpower I had not to cum in her elegant hand. My cock throbbed. That was the sexiest thing he could have said because I was so ready and willing to swallow his cum for him. I tried to meet his thrusts into my mouth as best I could and I was finally going to get my reward. His body stopped, my mouth was engulfing his cock head and then I felt his cock twitch and start shooting his cum in my mouth. He was moaning and telling me to swallow it all. I had never wanted to swallow cum as bad as I did at that moment. I started swallowing it as quickly as he. The first dances were quick upbeat numbers and after three they were both out of breath. Out of practice too. So they had a couple of drinks. Then Mike got a surprise."Hi, Mike!" said a female voice behind him. Claire looked up and stiffened. He turned.It was Sharon, the girl that Tom took home the night Mike had Bryony, or rather didn't have Bryony."Sharon! Lovely to see you!" he said and he meant it. He stood and they hugged. Then to Claire he said, "This is Sharon, she's Bryony's friend, you.