She really enjoyed watching me cum. She was like a schoolgirl seeing her first cock shoot it's cum and that look was such a turn on. Now, while I was ...till partially hard, she went into part two of her new fabulous technique. Shortly after the last spurt she would gently cradle and softly massage my spent balls with her left hand as she softly squeezed the shaft with her right literally milking it forward drawing, what she knew would be, one last drop to the tip. Then when she saw it, the pearl. The shorts were very baggy, and not as long as I remembered. The halter was one I didn't wear very often. When I put it on, I remembered why not. It was older, purchased when I was still in college, and weighed fifteen pounds more than I do now. Those fifteen pounds were the difference between my almost C cup in 1987 and my current B cup. I was going to have to be very careful.I locked my own locks, put them in the mailer, and sealed it. I put the mailer in my purse.I stepped into my black. No-one could claim that she didn't try as hard as possible by human beings to make me happy. But she still had failed to answer the most important question: "Mother, who would be my groom?"She stopped chattering and looked at me in puzzlement for a moment, then smiled."Oh dear, I'm sorry. That is a bit of a large chunk of information, now isn't it? The groom is someone you are already well acquainted with, Harrison Lees," she said.I took a sharp intake of breath, almost making myself dizzy. I. I picked up two lengths of rope."Until you learn to behave properly, this is how you must be treated." I explained as I lifted her arms up. "keep them up." I said and wound the rope around her stomach, tying her upper body to the chair. "Dropyour arms now." She did swallowing so hard that I heard her throat click. I knelt by her feet and used the second length of rope to bindher legs to the chair legs forcing her thighs to stay apart.I then pushed the table up to her and patted her on the.