“I’m afraid Edward’s not home yet! Would you like to come in anyway? My husband’s working a double shift tonight and he won’t be home unti... well after midnight,” she said with a flirting wink and a teasing smile.“If you’re sure it’s okay!” Vic said as he moved quickly through the side door leading to the kitchen. All of a sudden, the beer he was really looking forward to with Eddie wasn’t nearly as important as fucking Eddie’s mother again. Mrs. Rooney was already in a short revealing. "Fuck. How am I going to get out of this?" She realized that with thearm-binder on she could not free her hands. That she could not see thekey that she would have to use to open the cuffs. And the vibrator wasstill on. She felt that she was getting excited again.The collar as well. How would she ever be able to get that thing off?Then she realized that that was the least of her worries. She would neverget free. But so what? She was a slave girl. The collar! Her thoughtskept returning to that.. I came up to him and I got down on my knees. As you can imagine, having an idea and following through with it are 2 different things, so it took me a minute to go through with it.I very slowly started undoing his pants. Then I lifted up his boxers and took a quick peak at his cock. It was a really good size, I couldn't measure it of course, but it looked like 7 1/2 inches when it wasn't hard. I didn't touch it though, I didn't wanna risk him waking up. So I slowly buttoned his pants back up and. He grinned at me and turned to Lash."Nothin' too difficult, Lash. This here's my new friend, er,..." Rick. Rick Handley." Nice to meet you, Mr. Handley. You new in town?" That's right," Fuzzy said, holding up the neck of the broken bottle. "I treated to the first bottle here, but we were unable to finish." Guess that make's it your turn, Mr. Handley," Lash said. "Set us up here, Sam."So much for the other coin. But buying drinks for Fuzzy and Lash, it turned out, was enough to establish myself.