They gently stroke down each of her arms before reaching her wrists, then holding them firmly but not tightly I raise her arms over her head. She feel... the smooth touch of silk as her hands are bound together and attached to a device a comfortable height above herr head. “Is that comfortable?” I whisper in her ear. “Mmmmm,” she responds, nodding slightly and leaning her head back against my chest. I run my fingers through her long blonde hair and my head moves down to inhale its sweet scent. I. "One day, you'll understand." she said, turning off the ignition and opening her door. Suzy grimaced, checked her phone again, and wiped a single tear from her face. She waited until the door had shut and she was alone to utter a single sentence."Yeah, to understand that my mom's a fucking whore." She sniffed and wiped her nose, and exited the SUV. Vermont was nice this time of year. It was warm enough for summer clothes but there was always a nice breeze. The trees were magnificent pines and. Our house or rather Jane's house was empty so presented an opportunity to use all of our hot water getting freshened up.Jane has a magnificent bathroom, it was a bedroom however she spent a fortune creating a luxurious, almost spa like sanctuary with bath stream room and shower. I undressed leaving my sweaty running gear next to not on a chaise lounge, why Jane chose this was beyond me however I think she liked to lie on it after soaking in the bath.I stood in the rain shower letting the hot. It was at this point that she commented upon his predicamentand the fact that something rather large and blunt had thrust itself deepwithin him. "I didn't realise that you were homosexual Simon, does yourwife know."Simon paused for thought, not helped by the fact that Diana kept herfinger thrust within him and for some reason was intent on wriggling itabout inside him."I, erhm, and well I'm not really. It's my wife see, she has, and wellit's all the fault of those magazines. She read somewhere.