On Friday night, the day before I was not taking Beth out on our date, Maggie and her family came to the house for supper. Mama cooked meatloaf, mashe... potatoes with the peelings left in them, corn on the cob, and homemade rolls. Dessert was one of her apple pies with vanilla ice cream.Maggie had planned with George for him to kidnap Beth in some romantic scheme with Elvis in the wee hours of Saturday morning and he wouldn't be bringing her home 'til Sunday afternoon. They were going to be. He will pull the children around in the sled on the ATV and we both split and haul wood on the weekends and few times I have enlisted him for some babysitting help while I work. ( I know imagine the hot husband/babysitter porn but switch the roles.)Cody is about six foot two and not the smallest of boys, he does not have a six pack, but that boy will kick ass in anything requiring hard labor. As for myself, I am five foot eight with an hourglass shaped and expecting my second child.One weekend. Oh sweet irony! All Tammy was ending was my ability to complain with a ball gag! She lifted my head with the utmost care, and tied the gag at the back of my head, careful not to tangle my hair. Things could not get any worse.I struggled, I really did, and I tried to scream, however unmanly. Tammy didn’t try to stop me; I think she knew I would tire myself out. She waited until I finished thrashing, and resumed the destruction of my clothes. I could feel the icy scissors pressed to my skin. Slowly, he runs his hand down my waist to my thighs, and gently he prods them open. With a quick pull, my panties fly from my body and his hand buries itself between my legs. I cry out as he slides one finger deep into me. In and out and in and out, he pushes while his tongue repeats the motion in my mouth, surpressing my cries as I feel myself reach closer to orgasms. Suddenly, he removes his finger and kisses his way down my body, until he reaches there. I cry out as his tongue flicks between.