‘Darling you’re helped me more than you’ll ever know. I was reading in the lounge last night and Andy was glued on sport on TV. I recalled that ...erk Rod’s comment you shared with us about the hand over a tit theory, I yawned and pushed my breasts forward and Andy took no notice. So I did exactly what you told me. Looking at what I was doing I ran my hand up slowly over my left breast, just the once and suddenly Andy was all over me. He had his tongue down my throat and had a handful of breast.. ‘Go on…’ I urged. My hand continued to play with her breasts, flicking them and softly pulling on them, making them into hard points. My face dug itself into her neck, asking her, ‘What else?’ Her eyes were closed, and she was relishing in the pleasure I was giving her. ‘Oh,’ she began, ‘there are things I want to do to you. Things I’ve been wanting to do for three days. But you’ve got to let my hands go so I can explore.’ I dropped her hands, satisfied with her answer. She immediately grabbed. ..Fuck fuck fuck!" Sophie squealed and fought against her bonds. They squeezed back, hard enough to her and force her to stop her fight. All while the three limbs wriggled against her tits and pussy. She clenched her eyes shut and cursed as her body ground against it involuntarily."That was easy. That was easy."Her eyes shot open. A bright blue monstrosity that looked like an anemone pressed against the button on the wall. Two more tentacles came into existence right in front of her. They were. My first belonged to a guy called Sam, he was 47 years old, married, 6ft tall, slim build, waxed smooth all over and he biced his head, i found out later he did this as he was a swimmer and its apparently what they do. Anyway, when i passed my driving test and received my first car, my dads only condition was that he would put me to work. Dad owns a lot of properties in the area and across the country, he often has to go to some of them for various reasons, he had some staff that work for them.