It was a little uncanny, even her mannerisms reminded me a little of Becky."By the way ... my names Jack," I said introducing myself."Brenda," she off...red back accepting my hand. "You staying here at the Inn?" Oh ... no, in fact, after I leave here I'm going to go and find some sort of camp ground to spend the night in." There's one not too far away from here, I can show you," she told me."You staying there too?" I asked."Well no ... I guess not. I was hoping to get a room someplace, but. It settled on four. Not bad, she thought. It was Katie’s turn. She picked up the dice and made a show of cupping her hands and shaking the dice. She let it go and it landed. A five. The winner. “I’ll sit on the floor and lick,” Katie said gleefully. “I’ll sit on the couch and be licked,” Emma said. Paris was left knowing she will be first to use the cane. Emma went over to the couch and sat down. She made herself comfortable and then spread her legs wide. Katie knelt down so that her head was. Every time this display would be followed by a tightening of the muscles in her thighs as she squirmed, trying to squeeze her long legs together to put some sorely needed pressure on her pussy, but for easily discernible reasons, she remained frustrated.This obvious reason for her frustration was the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Padded but solid leather cuffs encircled her wrists, fine but equally solid steel chains running from the cuffs up to a pair of massive eyelet screws. Her fat nipples looked so inviting and suckable it made my dick swell. She caught my leer and immediately covered herself up."Oops, sorry about that." She nervously smirked and rested her palms flat on her thighs. "Kevin . . . I know you saw me with your brother last night. And . . . I want to explain that to you." Uh . . . okay mom," I said, as I sat up and waited for her to collect her thoughts."Look . . . what you saw last night was something I never intended for you to see. I know it.