The next morning I saw Harv in the kitchen. He was making coffee."Morning, Jenny." This morning I looked closer at him than before, especially the cro...ch of his pants. His son didn't have the equipment I saw on his father last night. "I'm sorry about last night. Mabel and I use the hot tub sometimes after dark."I tried to act casual, "Hey, I'm sorry I interrupted, Dad." He insisted I call him Dad. My own father had died when I was a child.He poured water into the coffee maker. "You didn't. .. So did the corset - two sturdy handles on both sidesof my waist ensured a good grip and pull for everyone, standing behindme...Latex arm binder held my hands securely behind my back, folded wrist-to-elbow, preventing me from covering any part of my body, which will not bemine for the rest of the night... It will belong to anyone who will tug onthe leash, attached to my chastity cage, or grab the convenient fuckinghandles attached to my bound form.Beautiful, dreaded six-inch heels are locked. It had that familiar salty tinge to it. I waited until he'd finished and he released his grip on my head, then I slowly slid my lips up his cock so that the head was just at my lips. I squeezed his cock and brought my hand up to my mouth, getting the last little drop into my mouth. Then I swallowed his seed. I sat up and saw we were at a stop light. I looked out of his side window and there was a large truck there. The woman in the window smiled. I sat back in my seat.Bruce turned to me. He was. When Craig left for his usual Saturday golf time I spent the afternoon cleaning and straightening out the house. It wasn't until Craig returned home that my mind began to wander.As Craig took his after-golf nap, I sat in the living room with the television volume very low. My mind was drifting into places it shouldn't go. I was drawn to the couch near the window and peeked through the curtains. The neighbor's son was once again mowing the lawn. His muscular chest and shoulders glistening in.