She kept hesitating, especially when she saw the mattress, the man having to yank on the rope, choking her throat to make her move.His large hands gra...bed Heather like a doll and yanked her handcuffed wrists and pulled them up into the air. A click and they were attached to a rope hanging from the ceiling. He stepped back and pushed a button. Heathers arms began to move upward, her arms flailing, trying to prevent it, a useless gesture. He grinned as they pulled up higher, her tee shirt moving. Nope I couldn’t say that. “Er very impressive” I said “Tell me aren’t you supposed to wear those big knickers and a sports bra?” I enquired. “Couldn’t be bothered” she responded, her eyes I noticed now transfixed on my ever growing groin. I attempted to shift myself, partly to hide my bulge from her view and partly to get a little more comfortable as my cock strained against my jeans begging for release. Becky’s head followed my groin movement and she looked quizzically at me. “Have you got a. Beth, that’s her name, is drop dead gorgeous. She’s about five-seven and weighs maybe 120. Her medium brown hair normally falls in long thick waves to the middle of her back but that morning it was splayed across the pillow she cuddled. She was lying on her side, one leg resting over the top of the blanket, her pajama pants were pulled up above her knee, half her thigh was visible in the morning light. The leg looked smooth, long, lean and pretty fucking sexy. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind. ............. Mary had been raised in a very conservative religious household. I do believe it resulted in her somewhat Jekyll and Hyde behavior. She dressed sweetly and properly in public. Her clothing did very little to draw attention to her unusually large breast. The heavy stiff,breast flattening bras removed any chance of wiggle or sway. She hated profanity and frown sharply on anyone that did, including me. Yet when we were engaged in foreplay, the rules disappeared and I would.