"On the couch. On your back."Reluctant to do anything that might annoy Deanna further, Gorge did as he was told quickly. He might have taken more time...if he realised that Deanna intended to secure him to the couch. No sooner was he stretched out than she reached underneath and pulled out leather cuffs fastened by chains to the couch. She strapped them in place about his wrists and ankles, rendering him helpless.Laying on his back, naked and chained, George felt particularly vulnerable. Anxious. He had been listening with the volume turned fairly low and was about to turn it up when there was a loud crash followed by the unmistakable sound of his father losing his temper. He couldn’t hear every word that was spoken but the words “Slut” and “Whore” we’re certainly repeated many times. Eventually the noise from downstairs returned to normal, then he heard his mother calling upstairs for Laura to go down. After a few moments he saw the forlorn figure of Laura passing his open bedroom. It was decided that they would cook dinner and I will bring drinks for them. One of my other Bengali friends was invited too for the party that night. I went for shopping with them and I was flirting with Ananya because I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of fucking her as well.After shopping we decided to clean the house. After about an hour Ananya told that she wanted to take bath. I told her that we haven’t unpacked things so what she could do is she could go to my flat to use my washroom.. He ran into the bathroom, whipped out his cock and pissed for England as I stood there naked in his shower, except from a towel, watching him. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. My pussy was throbbing already, and my nipples were rock hard and rubbing against my towel. "Hey, stop looking at my dick!" Steve turned to me and winked. I went bright red and apologised. I was so embarrassed and realised he was never going to use that cock on me anyway. "Nice shower?" He asked. Oh my gosh. He's.