Reginald produced a small rope and with the speed of rodeo cowboy, he had d****d a towel over my hands and tied them with a short rope. Before I could...protest the door bell rang and Mr. Reginald tossed an end over the hook and pulled my arms up over my head till I was barely standing on my toes. '...What the hell are you doing I demanded as Mr. Reginald quickly took hold of my head and forced a ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head. The door bell ranged again and Mr. Reginald. We won the match and took on another husband and wife team. I had never played them before and they proved to be more of a challenge than the Petersons. "Try concentrating on something besides my ass, Sammy," Karen admonished me. I must have turned a dark shade of red because she softened her voice. "Aim your returns at the center line. That makes them look at each other for a split-second to see who's going to take the shot," she said, sounding more pleasant than before.She was right though; I. She shook her head. "No ... you didn't. Just ... I don't know where my life is going any more. I'm thirty-one and single again. I wanted children and a family and the only chance I've got is slipping away. I can't tell you how important it's been to be here, Doug. But ... they are your children, not mine. I love them, but someday I wanted to have one of my own. I know it's not too late, but I don't even have a boyfriend, much less a possible husband candidate." Christie, you are a very. She told me to wait for a while and start again after some food. She went near the mirror, her boobs and pussy were visible through the mirror.She started rubbing the cream in her hands first, then she took the bottle and pressed, the cream fell on her left tits, and then put some on her right hand, she took her hands slowly and massaged her breasts. She did it for a while and then went to her stomach, her boobs were shiny and slippery, tits pointed and hard.The boobs were a little sagged, due.