How silly of you,’ he responded sheepishly. ‘Now come to bed,’ he patted the side next to him. I walked over and set the empty container of pât...� down on the dresser, slapped my hand together softly and began to crawl into bed. Gaston let out a small chuckle, ‘What are you doing? You’re still in your clothes, go put a nightgown on. Honestly, Chloë, sometimes I wonder if I didn’t marry a Fae… prancing around in the middle of the night, eating pâté, and getting into bed with your street clothes. She double locked both cuffs so theywouldn't tighten further, then stood and took a few steps. Her stride was lessthan half of normal, but she could walk without too much difficulty. The legchains would be limiting in other ways too. She couldn't put her underwearor shorts back on, she wouldn't be able to kick or run, and any type of climbingwould be very difficult. Satisfied she would have enough mobility to make it to hercar, she continued with her restraints. Next was a waist chain. This. “I’ll even help,” she said with a smile.This got some results, Rachel noticed; a bulge was beginning to grow in Chris’s Levis. Rachel sat down beside Chris and began to stroke his crotch. “Would you help me take my bra off?” Chris was too caught up in the moment to ask questions. Instinctively, he reached around Rachel and undid her bra. With a deft movement, Rachel had taken off her top and bra so that her newly bared breasts hovered mere inches from Chris’s face. Tenatevly at first, Chris. My cunt drank it in. I smiled and thrust back into my friend’s bowels. I slammed deep and hard into her. I buggered her. Reveled in burying to the hilt in her.It was incredible to enjoy. To feel my sex friend’s asshole tight around my cock. I smiled, thrusting hard into her. I pumped away with powerful strokes. I drove my futa-dick to the hilt in her over and over.“Damn, Jenny!” she moaned. “Mother of God, I love that cock in me.”“You should try it on my end!” I gasped, my pussy clenching. “Oh,.