“I can’t,” I replied. I positioned myself flat on the floor in front of the couch, my legs bent at the knees. I instructed Steve to stand with ...is legs parted, directly over me. He looked at me as though I was crazy. “I am the photographer,” I replied. “Work with me.” Steve hesitated. “You think I don’t know you have a raging hard on?” I remarked. He was hoping I hadn’t noticed. “How could I not notice something that big?” I replied. Steve stood up and positioned himself with his feet on. Ad to the mix that I hadgone back in time to somewhere in the 1800's to thisprimitive tribe. Sex was fuckin pure deep rooted Lust andnothing more. No dates, no romances, no bars or strip joints.Yes fuck the fag frolics of pretense where what your wearingor who your with matters to me. As that first boy lined hisslick lubed stiff pecker to my pink puckered asshole, hewas about to make himself become a man where I was to becomean instant woman! Yes content with a large fresh hot loadof soupy. It tickled terribly bad and I began to squirm. Then she bent down and began licking at the gusset. My dick began jumping from the stimulation. A second later, Laura yanked my panties off me, leaving me laying there with a very hard dick sticking straight up. “Go ahead Laura, sit on it!” I heard Bill say. Laura bent over and sucked my dick into her mouth for only a few seconds then straddled me and squatted down.Then I felt a strong hand on my cock and I could see both of Laura’s hands. It. Then I put the heavy leather cuffs on her wrists. I attached a short chain between them, restraining her arms behind her back. Then I led her to the rope on the pulley hanging down from the ceiling. I pulled the rope down and wove it into her long blonde hair, using a couple of Velcro straps to hold it in place. Then I took up the slack in the chain until she could just barely stand flat footed.I went to the kitchen for a last cup of coffee. Curtis arrived just about the time I finished my.