Just thinking about it caused my groin to stir."How did this happen?" I asked myself.It had not been a good end of summer. First, I lost my job and st...uggled to find another. By the time I did, I was broke and my parents allowed me to move into my old room until I was back on my feet. Then my longtime lover decided to call it quits right after Labor Day.It left me in a serious state of depression and all I did was look for work and go home. At eighteen, I felt like a total failure. It was my. Alisha started pulling her hands over her legs but it was not easy, as now the lady concentrated on her breasts which were defended till now by her hands when it was in front. Alisha understood she will not stop beating unless she places her hand behind her back. She lied onto her belly and pulled her handcuffed hands back behind her back. The lady went out and came back with thick chain in her hand. Two guys pulled Alisha in standing position; the lady pulled Alisha’s t shirt up and locked the. I told her she didn't have to get me something everytime but she would anyway cause, she didn't like it when he wouldn't let me go along with them at anytime." "I knew you and her were close but, I didn't think you two were that close. What does the man of the house want to eat?" What does the woman of the house feel like fixing?" as I slid out to the side of the bed next to mom."Mmm, let's go see what we have." as the two of us stood up and headed toward the bedroom door.I followed mom out to. His favorite feature of hers was her eyes, but her breasts were damn near second on that list. They were perfect C-38’s that begged to be sucked and fondled even when she was fully clothed. She always dressed modestly, but only because she could wear baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants and still look hotter than 80% of the girls out there. The fact that clothes just seemed to cling to her curves no matter how baggy they were didn’t really help matters any. But her breasts, right now, were a.