So we went out and to the local adult store and Claire picked out some black fuzzy metal handcuffs- heavy, but cushioned and with a safety release of ...ourse. So for a few weeks, whenever we were in bed making out, stripping each other’s clothes off, she would get this look in her eyes, and ask, innocent as could be, “Want to use the handcuffs?” I would gladly agree, and slap them on her wrists, holding her hands above her head with one hand as we lay naked in the bed. I would pleasure her for. He wore somelong shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt which contrasted sharply withhis black skin. I felt my cock throbbing as I watched him move to thewindow and look out. His body was turned toward me a bit and my eyessearched his crotch, trying to determine what was there. I seemed to notbe in control of myself. I don't know how long I stood staring at his bodyand his crotch, but it seemed that all of a sudden he was beside me,closing the bedroom door. As I heard the door click shut, I. The guy behind the counter pointed to a telephone in the back of the store. David thanked him and went to the phone. Since he didn't have any money, he made the call collect, trying one friend and then another before he got through. He told them briefly what had happened and asked them to contact the attorney. His friend told him to hold on the phone and he would make the call right away.Amanda was relieved when she saw her son coming back and he had a smile on his face."I got to your attorney. "I'll bet he's going to be pissed." Not to change the subject," which was exactly what I was trying to do, "We should get these blanks back to the camp." I held them up, still wrapped in her shirt."Yes, we should," she tossed her red hair like a horse tail and commenced to trot back to camp.Watching that magnificent ass tighten up and start rolling like a bag full of cats was pretty distracting. I'm in fair shape but I never could run far. I could sprint but a 220 was too much. Plus, it was.