"Darren texts, "You going to sleep on me and leave me hanging? Lol"Nozomi texts back, "I’m up lol I’m not leaving you hanging but I’m not leavin... my bed"Darren texts, "So that means I can come over and join?"Nozomi texts back, "Lol it wasn’t an invite..but sure why not"Darren texts, "Omw."Nozomi considers shutting him down when he asks, because she knows his motives; she can read them. But after consideration, she figures she could get a little fun from a late night tease.Darren takes a quick. I sighed and changed into fresh clothes. I threw my underwear and pants and shirt into the clothes hamper for our part time maid to launder and dressed in fresh clothing. Then I went back downstairs and made a decision. "You get the house and the savings account, I get the business," I told my wife as she gave me a sneering look.All at once the sneer disappeared from her face and she asked, "What. You aren't divorcing me." Wanna bet? You get the house and the joint savings and I keep the. No doubt she was well on her way to becoming someone's animal. With the same glazed and mindless look in her eyes that the other girls had, she robotically opened the case to reveal a shiny leather arm binder. "Aww, looks like our cute Kristin will be going without her arms for the remainder of the show. A good cunt doesn't need her arms anyway does she folks?" The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles at this notion as the assistant pulled my arms behind my back, painfully strapping them. I was hard, but not the kind of useful-for-sex hard. I was piss-hard. Becky shifted forward and was leaning on me. More precisely, she was leaning on my bladder. If she kept that up, I was gonna hose down the inside of her pussy, and we'd both feel like hell about it. Well, to be honest, I might kinda like it, but SHE would be pissed off - as well as pissed on and pissed IN.I moved my hands to her waist and lifted a little. "Becky. What you're doing is really nice. But if you don't stop leaning.