. the sight of my sexy, naked mother riding my father's stiff cock! Either they didn't know or didn't care that the door to their bedroom had popped o...en, because they kept pounding away at their business without so much as a momentary glance toward the hall where I stood.I should have slipped back into my room, but I was held by my lust. I slipped my hand quietly inside the waistband of my jockey shorts to massage the growing hardness of my prick. I'd seen boobs of every size, shape, and. He pulls your leg and ties it to the hand. He pulls your head by the hair a little painfully. He kissesyour lips, bites your neck and then lets you down again. He ties your hands together in a suddenmove that surprises you. The same thing happens to your legs. He hugs you and turnsyou on your back. He pushes your body vertical to the bed and now your head ison the wall. He leaves the bonds that keep legs and hands tied but undo the onethat keeps them together. Is this your chance? You don?t. ” He pinched her nipples hard, letting her feel her sister’s pain. “Such nice teenage tits.”His hand moved down her flanks to run over Heathers ass, his teeth still pinching hard on her nipple, her chest heaving back and forth, trying to escape the pain. “UUUHHHH,” she cried out, “NNNNNN,” shaking her head.He let go of her breasts, slipping down to the floor before her. He slipped a pair of handcuffs around her slim ankles, binding them tightly together. He sat up, his head level with her. Mrs. Johnson took a picture of me and took my measurements; height and weight as well as chest, waist, hips and a whole bunch of other measurements. She even checked my shoe size.“Skinny as a rail and as flat as a board,” she said, “but we’ll come up with something.”I was finally allowed to go the bathroom and remove the lipstick while Carla and Fiona had a brief private conference in her bedroom. Fiona smirked all the way on the walk home but she didn’t say much. By the time we returned.