My wife got them all situated and told them they would be sleeping in my oldest son's room, since he was away at a friends for the weekend. My wife to...d them to make themselves at home and that I would be home shortly and that she had to go do some shopping for things for our dinner that night. Well I arrived home about 45 minutes after my wife had left and walked into my home to find no one around. My buddies’ car was in the driveway so I figured my wife must have asked them to join her in. "I am anything you want me to be Lucy, but if nothing else, I am your friend," the man said."From the fact sheet I know how old I am, but how old are you?" I asked."I'm twenty-seven and unmarried. Before you ask again I am not gay, I have been tied up for a while." he said."Then you should go out and find yourself a nice girl and get married. It says in the bio that I have a daughter named Cindy who is twenty-one and in college maybe she would do." I suggested."I don't think that is a good. When tiptoeing past the bed on her dainty toes, tinkling faintly, Cindy almost screamed. It felt like something had reached out and grabbed her pretty ankle. Luckily for her, it was only some weird, rope-tied, half-finished craft project. Unfortunately for her, she tripped while trying to disentangle herself from it and landed on her softly rounded jiggly white bum, going "oof!" and making a muted tinkling sound as she did.She also bumped into his dresser.One huge tome, hoarier, dustier and. She leaned over him, putting her breasts in his face. She glided her hands over his chest, and down his thighs. Fluffers weren’t supposed to touch the man’s dick, but anywhere else was fair game. When Hannah finally came to collect Roger, she snarled and said, ‘I see you’ve met Jenny. She’s no good for you, sir….’ She spit on the orange-collar, and then she led him into the bedroom to fuck him. Jenny was tired of being treated like that, and Hannah’s rank protected her from Jenny ripping her.