I jumped up to fetch some paper towels in the kitchen and get us cleaned off before proceeding with his ankles.?He rolled on his stomach. "Hardly!"?"I... ‘is’ my pleasure to help you, Sir".?The last ropes came off and he tried to sit up, but sank back."In that case, please run me a hot bath and help me out there".?"Yes, Sir".?He still wouldn't allow me to wash him, so I got a chance to take care of my own needs in the other bathroom, before going to bed, wondering if Christine had 'helped' him. I will do my best to provide you with a girl child so that you can raise up your own little incestuous lover to comfort you in your old age.”“Oh, my love! I am jetting my seed into your belly now. Until we are sure your belly is up, we must make sure that Tom uses a condom if he has you in cunt.”“Yes, that would be best. I’m sure he won’t mind, and he can always use my bottom hole or mouth if he would eschew the condom.”We had three more fucks that night, all in cunt. Lydia was swimming in my. . I lay there, my dick pointing to the ceiling. She ordered me to stay and put her panties across my eyes, blindfolding me wiith them. She stood up and left the room. I could here her moving around he flat. Eventually she returned. I was aware of her lifting my ankles and fastening someting to them. I found I was unable to put my legs together. My arms were pulled over my head and my wrists fastened together. She took my hands and palced them on her pussy trapping me there allowing me to feel. Either this guy was horny or he carried a packed-lunch in his pants to keep it warm, and he was trying to share the meal with my ass. My thin summer dress and tiny panties were no barrier to the warmth that his cock exuded. No accidental bumping of two bodies in crowded carriage; he meant for me to feel his erection pressed right where he no doubt dreamed it would go if he ever got me alone.I turned my head but kept my ass against his crotch. Not as tall as I in my heels, balding and wearing.