Her breasts jutted out from between the towel that hung like curtains on either side. They were beautiful, perfectly shaped, not pointy or fat or fake...looking, just natural, begging to be squeezed and fondled. She had nipples to match, in perfect proportion to the size of her beasts with little jelly-tot ends. They were pink like the pink of Al’s lips, but not as shiny. My eyes wandered down her skin which was obviously still warm from the slight redness in colour and the little wisps of steam. He cleared a space for his latest prisoner, and undid my tied hands. “Lie down on your back and raise your hands over your head, prisoner”, he commanded, and I complied. He took a second belt off the clothes hook, and using two belts, he looped and tied one to each of my wrists, attaching them to some low wall hooks so that I was flat on my back, arms raised in a “V” above my head. It was scary, yet exciting in an unexplainable way, to be at the mercy of my impulsive cousin captor. I. I couldn't see Ben, but I assumed he must have been giving Don a fantastic blowjob, given the intensity of Don's moans. "Don't blow just yet, honey," I told him. "I've got at least one more thing planned for you." Don just groaned in response.I extricated myself from underneath Don and briefly joined Ben in giving Don a blowjob. I then stopped the action and positioned Don so he was leaning against the dresser, his ass sticking out. "Are you ready to have your ass fucked?" I asked Don. He. What do you know about this?" Susan gasped, "I really don't know much. My ex-teacher just started at this school a few days ago. I stopped by the school to visit and saw her leaving the school, barely dressed, and wearing a slave collar and leash. She left in her car and I haven't seen her since. Before I could leave the parking lot, I learned later that the Martinez' twin daughters walked out leading what I believe was another teacher, again almost naked, also wearing a leash and collar.".