I gave Fred an extra strong hit of whiskey and let him into the back door. I strapped a leather cuff around his neck. Then I put his hands and arms to...ether in a black domination apparatus that fastened his arms side-by-side and behind him. I put a short chain around his ankles and led him through the door. "Oh baby! That whiskey is really getting to me." Fred cooed. I knew it would. He was holding me and feeling my cock. He hardly noticed that he was manacled and hobbled. I released Fred to. She dreaded the thought of even putting clothes on again.It felt so good to be nude. She felt so unfettered and sexy. She couldn't imagine how clothes had ever been invented, especially in climates where people never stopped perspiring, the kind of climate she had found here in southern Florida.By the time the cookout was finished, the moon had already risen high, throwing a silvery light out over the vast stretches of grassland to the west, where a dull reddish glow still licked the fringes of. "See what I got you," exclaims Loreili, showing the basket she wascarrying in her other arm. It is an intricately woven basket of Gautierchocolates."They are lovely," says Candice accepting the basket, "but these willhave to hold off for couple of days, I have a shoot tomorrow.." But look at you," exclaims Loreili putting her hands on each side ofCandice's waist, "These will hardly make a dent in your profile.."Then she leans in and whispers "They are infused with Mary Jane,guaranteed to give. She sat down on a chair, and motioned me to lie over her lap. I was slow to comply, and her eyes flashed with anger. She roughly pulled me over her lap. "Do you really think you have any choice in the manner?" she asked me, as she rubbed and played with my ass. "No," I replied meekly. "Damn right, you don't," she barked at me. "You have noticed these dildos we're wearing, haven't you? They are for our pleasure. Sometimes a woman wants a big cock that's hard when she wants it.