"I think your father is home," he said hurriedly, eyes darting around the gore-splattered room and down to the dead ogre at my feet. "Invite me in! Hu...ry up! I need to get these filthy animals' carcasses out of here before your father sees them!"My eyes must have narrowed because he was practically dancing in the doorway with anxiety. "Fine! Come in!" I said with exasperation. Then I raised my knives, feeling more than a little ridiculous trying to appear threatening in my bath towel, and said,. 00am with a hard cock poking into my back. I turned over a little and saw Sean, fast asleep. I really didn't know what to do. Like I said I'd never fucked Sean, never even really considered it, but that hard cock - pressing through his boxers into my back was turning me on no end.I decided to wake him. "Sean I think you must be having a nice dream" I told him. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, that's really embarrassing" he told me.But by now, the thought of that cock was well in truly in my mind. Just. I hear the jingle of keys. "You want up for a bit?" he says with an evil tone. I nod and say nothing even knowing I could answer him seeing I am no longer gagged. "I will let you up, however, it's only to use the restroom and then you are back here. Do not try anything funny." He says while he is unlocking my left ankle. I feel him pull it over to the right one and secure a piece of chain between them. It's about a foot long. Now I can take steps but could not run. I feel like a kidnap victim. They ranged in age from their mid-twenties to mid-forties, and most of them were married. But that didn’t stop them from carousing in bars and strip clubs, and they were always asking me to come with them.I seldom went with my men to the bars, because I was lucky that Lyla and I have a great sex life, and her libido is just as high as mine is. We have enjoyed unbridled, passionate oral sex and had also been fucking at least three times a week, even in our forties. She loves it when I eat her.