Her problem is a serious one, and youhave been generous enough to pay for her treatment here." He opened thedoor to a gymnasium. "Come in here."Inside...the elaborate gym, Mrs. Thaylor looked dispassionately at thestrange sight.The woman on the treadmill was nude.Her thrusting breasts, generous bottom, and long, shapely smooth legsgave ample proof of that. Her feet had been bound so that she couldonly walk on tip-toe. Knee hobbles gave her about eighteen inches offreedom to move her legs. Behind. It was amazing how hard he could jerk that rag. Another thing he would do when he would tug is bite the rag closer to my hand in order for him to get a better grip. Sometimes he would nip my fingers and I would either let go of the rag or reach around and grab the other end and keep tugging. Once he accidently drew blood and I didn’t play tug with him for a long while after that.My friend and I were really worried, because Cindy and Mike had left around nine am that morning and it was well. Yet. "You guys don't have any clothes with you?" I said slightly confused. "No, dad. We thought you'd like to help us put these back on." Bryansaid with a smile as he held up the two-puka shell anklets. I'd forgottenall about those. I didn't notice Bryan had taken it off. "OK, but we need to get going to the airport," I said slightlyhesitant as to where this was going. "Good! Do me first!" Bryan said in a bouncy tone as he pulled up achair and sat down directly across. I stripped naked not wanting my load all over my clothes. She continued for several minutes until I started feeling my balls tingle. As she continued, it was tempting to grab my cock head and stroke him off but I resisted. I leaned back and let her do the work. Soon, my cock began spasming and the first rope shot out like a cannon. It shot me in the chin and neck. The second shot me in the chest with the remainder pumping out and running down my shaft and onto my balls and the sofa cover. Becca.