Making love with chained ankles was different forthem at first but steamy, thrice-weekly sex sessions in bed - and the livingroom, kitchen or workshop...- gave the happy couple ample opportunities totry every position in the book. Isabel's chained ankles were the spicesto their sex life and they both enjoyed the feeling her restraints imparted. Theirfavourite position, Isabel recalled on her drive home, was for Peter to slipbetween her legs, underneath her chains, so that her cuffed ankles were. Using both hands to steady his hardened member, she proceeded to lick the tip only, tasting both him and her own juices. While no stranger to oral sex, she had never done so after intercourse. The taste and smell of their combined juiced seemed to inflame her passions even more. She attempted to swallow him but only managed to get a quarter of the way before it was too much for her. She contented herself with this shallow suck for a few moments, before she released him and stood, still grasping. .. of sorts. This one was just a little lower cut in front and just a little shorter and tighter at the hemline than one might see on the city streets. I could not keep my eyes off of her round ass as it wiggled its way into the darkness in front of me.After a few yards, the passage widened and another door appeared. Pamela punched a few numbers on an adjacent security keypad and the door slowly opened."From here on, cousin, I'll expect the full discretion that we discussed. Not many people get. ?Damn it Phelps be more careful with my property or your bonus is forfeit?, he shouted! Property I thought to myself I am no one’s property! Nevertheless, something nagged at the back of my mind as I finally lost the battle and fell into oblivion. I came too groggier than ever realizing I was more trussed than ever before. My knees had been brought to my chest and secured there with a rough hemp rope. Another encasing my entirety lifted me into the air. I was swinging slowly in a.