”“I’ll talk to him about it,” said Erica.Nashville, Tennessee is just like any other town a week into December. There were decorations up ever...where, and Christmas music playing. Commerce flew along as people shopped for just the right presents. Everybody was excited.Everybody, that is, except one up-and-coming music star.Misty Compton sat on the toilet, staring at the shower curtain. She didn’t know what to do. She was officially two weeks late. Late wasn’t the right word any more, really. She. She talked and teased as she kept putting the trimmings on the wagon. The serious conversation of earlier in the afternoon was far behind them and completely forgotten. They acknowledged one another when he came down to the ground. Sarah would stretch upward on her toes to kiss him. He would wrap an arm around her. She would just touch him as he loaded branches. It all seemed so natural. He could not stop paying attention to her. She had perspiration on her forehead. He had to touch her. She. She slapped it with more force than Kim head. It hurt…a lot. "Don't stop. Slap it again," I uttered. The girls both mumbled something to each other, I wasn't sure what was said.They pulled me, spread my arms outwards. I heard a click. It was a handcuff , wrapped around my wrist and attached to the brass railed headboard. They grabbed my other hand and tied it with a scarf to the other side of the headboard. They did the same to my ankles. I was now spread out in an "X" position…my cock sticking. His pink dick starting to unsheath. Nafis shared the joint and held on to my cock, I said “Are you going to let him fuck you”, “No” said the wife “can’t get marked today, have some clients to entertain this week but I can do this” As she reached round she cupped his balls and squeezed them gently, the dog looked surprised but went back to lapping at the wife's cunt. Moving her hand from his ball sack, she started to wank the sheath of his cock making him whimper while still lapping at her cunt,.