She slid her mouth over the head of my cock and swirled her tongue around the tip which had me moaning and my cock growing. I slid a hand down between...her legs and fingered her clit which brought short gasps from her too. The whole area between her legs was soaking wet and I slid in and out of her pussy quite easily and I reached for her anus and found it wet but tight. my finger slowly entered her anus which brought another moan from her. By this time my cock was ready for a rerun so I rolled. Slowly I stopped grinding her pussy and we lay there in each other arms. Stroking each other till we calmed down. Julie after a while opened her eyes and looked up at me with genuine tears running down her cheeks. “thank you, you gorgeous man” she horsley whispered, I kissed her forehead “and thank you my little darling” stroking her hair off her face as well. My cock softened eventually and we lay there stark naked and not ashamed at all for a while. She gently stroked it with her fingers. The sisal digs intothe flesh of her bound wrists, chafing her skin. Her hands are tied to therope harness that tightly circles her torso, and addition ropes wrap aroundher upper arms and body, holding her elbows in tightly against her ribs, pushingher wrists even higher toward towards her neck. Her legs are bound with her ankles crossed. This serves to keep access opento her abused pink holes, while making it impossible for the bound girl toroll over on her side. Her ankles have been linked to. .The tour is more than two-thirds over: What do you say we let our lawyers worry about the law suits." "That's not what lawyers are for!!" HER EX cried in frustrated professional pride. "Lawyers are for whatever a clients wants them for!" (Jean let the covers fall to the floor.) As 'his' folks fell into one of their stale arguments, again, Jean put on the large flannel shirt. "Think! Think!" JEAN said as 'he' buttoned the shirt down over 'his' boobs, while keeping 'his' pants up as best 'he'.