Opening the basement door, the first thing that he noticed, or that anyone could notice was the smell. Sex. It was everywhere, and as he started walki...g downstairs to his room, the smell only got stronger. Through his bedroom door, he saw her writhing on the bench she was tied to. Her legs were tied to the bench, splinted straight, with rope pulling down on her chest and forcing her to bend almost all the way over. Her arms were tied to the ceiling and pulled back above her head, with her hair. All I could say was "Wow" and he returned to his ravenous devouring of my cock. I let him know I would be cumming soon and he popped off my cock and stood up and told me to hold on. He went and grabbed his shorts and came back with a bottle of lube. Be brought me over to tree that had fallen over. He turned me around and started kissing the back of my neck while he ground his cock into my ass. I did not occur to me until that moment that I was the one being seduced and not the seducer. I. Even though he’d long since coated her back with oil, she didn’t stop him. Quite the opposite: she settled in, almost liquid on the chair. “Ooh, that’s it. You just keep doing that for, like, an hour.”He frowned. That kind of presumptuousness, after she’d already ordered him up to oil her back? Lustful frustration compounded on his indignation. On the spur of the moment, he decided to get back at her, to get even. He spied the strings of her top, still hanging down from underneath her.He. She asks for things and I get them for her. Especially since her tastes have gotten more sexy. I love buying her sexy bras, G-string panties, and transparent negligées. The best part is that she has started to wear them around me more often. She actually has an extremely sexy wardrobe here at my house that she wouldn’t dare let her mother see. I see to it that she has all of the makeup that she wants, all of the celebrity magazines, and I’ve even supplied her with some sex toys. I also let her.