She gasped again, her hand clenching slightly before rising up and giving me a slightly harder swat. She did this a couple of more times, getting hard...r on each one until the last probably left a hand print. She stopped then and let her hand rest there as I moaned slightly in excitement. When her hand slid down my thigh I gave a louder moan, waiting tensely. She let it run up and down for a while, then started sliding up hesitantly, letting me know what she was building up the nerve for. It. While she was standing there, I handcuffed her wrists together. I roughly cut her dress off with upholstery scissors warning her gruffly to keep facing the wall. She stayed wearing only in high heels for thirty minutes, while I sipped chilled Champagne.I bought my ex-wife expensive white pearls on our third wedding anniversary, and she never wore them. I got up from my chair with the pearls and a glass of Champagne, and said, “You are a beautiful woman, Mary Jones. Turn around and face me.”. Always happy to see him, I opened it with a megawatt smile. "Hey little brother. Good to see you."Carter rolled his eyes at the 'little brother' remark. He knew I meant it as an endearment, but even so I knew he sorta hated the term as a symbol of how I would never see him as a viable mate. I really didn't. How could I? He was my little brother, step or not. Even now when I closed my eyes and pictured him, I didn't see the 6'3" strapping young man he'd grown up to be; I saw the little boy who'd. “I’d like to see that!” James said, a bit drunk.“I bet you would.” Olivia purred, putting her hand on Marcy’s arm.“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything with a girl.” Marcy stammered, looking at Olivia’s hand.“Oh even better. My boyfriend loves to watch me break in new girls.” Olivia replied, moving closer to Marcy and putting her hand on her hip.“Boyfriend?” Marcy asked, panting a little bit.“Yeah. Do you see that big black stud on the couch behind me? He’s been staring at you since you.