He pulled a piece of the same kind of rope off the wall, made me hold out my wrists, and wrapped the rope firmly around them and attached them over my...head to a drain pipe. I couldn’t concentrate on the ways he was wrapping the other ropes around me, but he took a great deal of time and care in doing so as if it were all part of an intricate task. I was surprised he kept me dressed, even when he wound the rope around my tits and chest. I was beginning to wonder what the point was to all of this. She was clearly near to cresting into a world-shaking climax. It was going to be a mess."Fuck me please" I heard her plead through the wall. My cock lurched and tensed.I was a bit startled by the feeling of my sheets being pulled away from my lap sending a wave of cool air across the wet head. The precum-soaked patch of cloth at the tip snapped away from the sticky flesh draping tendrils of precum down my shaft and across my thighs.I supposed I should have been drawn from my disgusting fantasy. "Hmmm," thoughtfully, "Since my next project is the next Porsche RSR, I'll need metrics. Craftsman or Snap-on would do nicely," he said with a big grin and a chuckle."If that's what you need, that's what you'll get. Hell, it's not like you haven't done a shit pot full of work on my projects. Is the RSR you're talking about yours or is it the one in my garage?" I knew full well what he was talking about, little did he know!"What do you think?" laughed Jim. "I'm retired and I park cars. "Where am. I was reluctant at first. But with all the alcohol and the fondling, I'm getting into it. And not just because of Tommy's business. What I'm shocked at is that I'm not angry, I don't want him to stop. I am finding this interesting. In fact, exciting. In fact, incredibly exciting. My God, I'm getting wet between my legs.While he's kissing me, I moan into his mouth. He can tell that I am enjoying both the kiss and the touch. I lean back and close my eyes. He can do anything he wants now. I have.