We exchanged knowing glances. It was obvious that my father was smitten with Rita. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. Now that I knew Rita was as...much of a slut as the rest of my girls sharing her with my Dad was in the realm of possibilities.I mentioned that to my mother when we were alone and she smiled in agreement. "I'll find a way of broaching that subject with him soon."I went home with Rita that night. I had been hard most of the day so we were barely in her front door before I. He was still on west coast time, so his body wasn’t yet tired enough for sleep, so he decided to see if Rockie was available to chat.JR:Knock, knockROCKIE:Whose there?JR:Honey BeeROCKIE:Honey Bee who?JR:Honey Bee a dear and call meROCKIE:Is this the result of you being around an eleven-year-old girl for a few hours?JR:Actually, I think I’m suffering withdrawals from my addiction. I need an intervention.ROCKIE:I think you need one too. Fortunately, I have an opening in my schedule right now, so. I'm not all that experienced myself. Since Pete walked out..." she paused, bit her lip and blushed. "I've had very little experience since he left."Millie moved her hand to Laura's arm. "I'd like to try it with you," she said softly, her eyes boring into the redhead's face."Me?" Laura said, her eyes widening with a combination of surprise and excitement. "I don't know what to say."Millie winked and grinned, her eyes aglow and teasing. "Say yes," she whispered."Why, I..." Laura was so flustered. I sat on my bare bottom with my back leaning up against the cold, hard railing of my balcony. I felt the feeling of something being tied around my wrists. It was the rope and it was tied fairly tight, slightly digging in. When I tried to move my wrists there was resistance. The other end of the rope must have been tied to the railing of my balcony. I was surprised that this outdoor, naked, bondage had turned me on. I felt a warm, wetness leak out of my pussy and onto the inside of my bare.