One blonde, one brunette. Otherwise they were like twins, each guarding one post, each leaning back against a post, arms tied behind their backs, bodi...s secured to the post. He could leave them there forever. So pretty to took at. Cut one loose whenever he needed a fuck, then re-tie her until he was horny again. If they gave him any smart city back-talk, he had plenty of leather straps around to shut them up.He sipped his beer, studying the girls. He was aware of his hand slipping the foreskin. He gently helped me down, expressing concern about my getting a chill, and practically dressed me by himself, I was so limp. For my part, I felt like a cross between a rag doll and a drunk. He took me to the house and told Aunt Rinnie he thought I wasn’t well. She looked at us rather strangely, but didn’t say a word. So I not only had an incredibly erotic experience, I got out of my housework to boot. * It was only a couple of weeks after that session in the swing that we took Poppa to the. Clarissa rocked her massive ass all over that couch and my tongue followed her lead, going deep into her hot hole as she fucked my face nearly to unconsciousness. I reached up and grabbed her massive tits, squeezing them, as my mouth feasted on the huge pussy buffet before me. Grabbing my head, Clarissa pushed me hard to her, I needed air, but I couldn’t stop now! She was thrusting her ass off of the couch, rocking that pussy in a wild frenzy to cum until she grabbed her knees, threw her legs. Um... bondage," she had said after a long pause. She was afraid to say it at first - afraid that his reaction would be the same as her ex-boyfriend's. But instead, it seemed to perk him up more."Bondage huh? You mean like tying you to the bed and stuff?" he asked."Yeah, I've always been fascinated by it and wanted to try it but never had anyone that shared my interest," she had told him."I see. So are you the tie-er or the tie-ee?" he asked."Oh definitely the tie-ee. I feel like I am the.