Again he brushed his fingers over her nipples. As they hardened she moaned louder. He stepped back as her eyes opened. At first she was startled then ...he realized who he was. She started to say something but he placed a finger to her lips. He pulled her arms over her head and loosely tied her wrists to the headboard with bandanas. She had been tied to a bed before but this was a man she had never met and she didn't know if she could trust him or not. She didn't struggle but she didn't relax. The tossled bed, echoes of passion mere hours distant, undid me and I collapsed in a heap on the floor of my room. I sobbed—great, racking sobs—until anger pushed its way to the surface. With the anger came the contents of my stomach, fortunately just a glass of wine and some nosh. Finger foods for polite, if strained, conversation. ‘You knew better,’ I scolded myself, lifting my bloodshot eyes to the mirror as I spat into the sink. Every fiber of my being had told me not to go there, that. Stacy got my cock as far into her mouth as she could, and then relaxed her throat and took the rest of it in like Stephanie had done last night. Stacy took her time, and slowly sucked me in and out of her mouth while running her tongue around the head, and up and down the thick vein on the underside. If Stephanie was doing the same thing to Shane, then he was in heaven like I was. After a few minutes of the slow and steady sucking, they picked their pace up a little more. All four of us were. The old familiar tingle vibrated to Penny’s nipples. ‘Yes, I am. You’ve convinced me,’ said Annie, meeting her eyes with tenderness beyond kinship. Again, Penny was reminded of their physical contact earlier in the day. The incident had planted a seed of sexual curiosity, and Penny decided to let it grow and flower. But what she really wanted to sprout and grow was a different sort of stem. ‘Where’s Willie?’ Annie shrugged, and said, ‘It’s after ten o’clock. He’s in bed.’ She stood up. ‘I’m.