If she is standing or walking, the cables are pulled downwards so that her wrists rest against her nipples. There is just enough slack so that she can...hold a tray or use the feather duster. To serve at the table she has to kneel down and sit on her haunches. The closer her ankles are to her little pussy, the more slack she has to move her hands around. It is a very convenient arrangement because it allows her to do most household chores but quells the little temper tantrums that plague her from. ”“We’re going to a seafood place. Is that okay with you?” Betsy asked.Sally nodded her head. She looked out the window, hoping that her pretended interest in her surroundings would deter Betsy from asking more questions. Betsy was not deterred. She asked one question after another about Sally’s research. They weren’t superficial questions, but detailed questions for which Sally was one of the few people who would know the answers. Sally answered the questions although there was a lot of. Angela started to come just as Harry grunted and filled her pussy and flooded her womb with his spunk. They were both sweating and out of breath as Harry slowly pulled his cock out of her now well fucked cunt. This was my cue. My role previously was to lick my wife's pussy clean. Lick Harry's spunk out of my wife's freshly fucked cunt. His fertile spunk that had flooded her unprotected womb. Angela though picked up her pants that were still by her side and put them back on whilst still keeping. I slowly started pumping them in and out so he could get comfortable with being fucked. After a couple of minutes, I added a third finger and a lot more saliva by letting it drip from my lips to his ass. I honestly thought that he would decide that he didn’t want to continue because he hadn’t made any noise at all during his finger fucking. As I pulled my fingers out preparing to slide my cock in I asked, "Do you still want to go through with this?” Sam practically screamed, “Oh God yes!”.