"Honey, please," she whined as she mocked him. Then she increased the tempo of her beating.She hesitated long enough to notice me stroking my dick."Oh... look at this, Perry," she hissed. "Will is getting off by watching you get beaten. Is that right, boyfriend?"I was so embarrassed for both of us that I couldn't answer. However, my dick was still as hard as a fence post."Look," she said, noticing my dick, "he has a big, fat hard-on."Then she glanced quickly back and forth between his red ass and. You placed it through the stair banisters, and looped it around my bound hands. Then lifted it up, forcing my hands above my head. You kept pulling until I was on my toes, very unstable in my high heels. My eyes pleaded with you. You ignored me.Hands above my head, teetering on my toes, I was so vulnerable. You took the chance to feel me up, your hands roaming all over my body, squeezing here, slapping there, groping elsewhere. It was good fun. For you, anyway. My little maid's skirt was riding. So I’m only left with one explanation. If you’re jealous of the fact I fucking slept with Matt-‘ ‘I’m not fucking jealous.’ ‘You’re not fucking jealous? Why did you stop talking to me then?’ ‘We grew in different directions.’ ‘Shut up, we were friends for years and you NEVER made a move, nothing. I gave up on that, I realized that wasn’t what we were. Aren’t you glad that of all the people in the world I could’ve slept with it was Matt? Aren’t you fucking happy that maybe for a couple of hours. It was ON! We sat on my patio table drinking for a bit, talking, I couldn't be more happy and excited. Really scored! I get turned off really easily but there was absolutely nothing wrong with this guy at all. Flawless according to my own specific taste.Suddenly I wanted his cock. I led him to my white leather recliner chair and pulled his pants down. His cock was perfect size. I'm not great at estimating size but maybe 8" and thick. I craved sucking him. I love the way my tongue feels.