"You will keep the rope slack at all times," I instructed, "Otherwise I will get Suma use his big knife to cut a switch and he can gee you up from beh...nd like a donkey." He called me a cruel bitch but the threat must have had some effect because it was twenty minutes before he started to complain again.Rather than having the rope pull directly on my waist, I held a bight of it in my hand. Twice it became tight enough to pull it from my fingers but I didn't remark on it. What annoyed me more was. They had gone to a community college for two years and although Wes wanted to continue his education, Trey was not going back to school and was looking for work as a musician. Wes told us he played bass but was no where near the same level musician as Trey and did not have the ability to get any better. We got on the topic of nudity and both of them had been around a lot of it on vacations with their parents over the years. He asked us how long we had been nudist and Heidi told him almost two. .. It all happened in a flash, but in the angled light, I caught the bumpy and taut edges of a long and nasty scar, as it followed along underneath the painted body of the dark viper.In another instant, Gwen noticed my glance and snatched her hand away, pulling her sleeve back over her wrist. For a long moment neither of us moved. Then, realizing that she faced a level of hurt far greater than mine, I relented.“I’m sorry, Gwen,” I said, idly rubbing my forearm, feeling the divots in my skin. He tried to turn his head, but was stopped short by a feminine hand in a velvet glove. The same clasp as the hand of the woman in black, soft but firm. He felt her body behind him, leaning in towards his. Her breasts brushed against his shoulder, and her black hair fell past his cheek as her tongue licked the side of his neck, cat-like, followed by the sharp prick of playful teeth.His cock suddenly shot to attention, his blood racing as he realized what was happening. The velvet gloves played.