“Oh man – that was amazing!” whispered Pete. The previous night came flooding back into his memory. Pete sat up in bed and swung his left leg ov...r Will who was now pinned to the bed. Will’s hands went to cup Pete’s balls, but at that moment the door opened. The men stopped their horseplay and looked at the open doorway. There stood Rose, clad only in a maroon thong, and holding a tray with 3 glasses of grapefruit juice. As she walked towards the bed, Will noticed that Rose’s left nipple was. As she settled back down on the sofa she kicked her shoes, skirt, slip, and panties halfway across the room. ‘I’m afraid you’ll think I’m being too aggressive,’ she said, as she undid my belt and started in on my slacks. I still had my mouth full of tit, which gave me an excuse for not saying anything. I wouldn’t have known what to say, anyway. I mean, she certainly was being aggressive but I’d never want her to think I didn’t like it, but I sure as hell didn’t want her to stop. She worked at. You are aware others are watching but can do nothing. You feel him remove your chiffon scarf from around your neck as he uses it to gently, but firmly bind your rusts behind your back. He gently, but firmly, pushes you to your stockinged knees. You half- heartedly resist but, you know it’s pointless. You don’t have the assertiveness or the will power to do so. Next you find you head being pulled towards his crotch. Before you know it his swelling manhood is being thrust into your lipsticked. I am amazed by the way he moves, with slow dignity, quiet grace. His smooth face is sober and contemplative, his clear blue eyes watchful. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would go in for this bondage thing, he wouldn’t look out of place in a three piece suit at a Baptist church. He wipes my mouth once more, offers me a final sip of juice, and then takes away the tray. ‘I’ll be back at lunch time to feed you,’ he says to me. I feel deeply grateful. He spends so much time on me. He has.