“I can not wail till big bad Bob has his way with me”. This took me aback as not to many people know this nickname. “how did you here about that...�� I said wondering.”my sister says she could feel you bang her inner depths and its a legend in this town. At that I stripped off her one piece. Little plump but very sexy. I started at her nipples which shot out straight. She was wet, hot, and very horny now as she stripped off my shorts.At the sight of my 7 inch flat cock she bent down and tried to. I had to have her now. I pushed her back and knelt on the carpet in front of her. I gently spread her legs apart, pushing the black silk up her legs. She resisted slightly and then seemed to relax back onto the couch. I began to kiss her thighs and mound with many little kisses, slowly working my lips down to the top of her pussy lips. She sighed and fully relaxed spreading her legs further apart. I could now see her slit. She had wiped herself clean, so there wasn’t any juice evidence on her. " She smiled. "Miss Orange, please give useless sissy the items that babysissy will be wearing from now on." This she said loud enough for the room to hear. Miss Orange, looking splendid in her orange PVC skirt and orange hair and orange high heels and orange eye shadow with long, long lashes, strutted down the spiral staircase to the stage, carrying a picnic basket and handed it to John Phillips. "Take the items from the basket and describe what they are, useless sissy."John Phillips opened. You haven't finished unwrapping it yet." A puzzled look flooded Shelly's face as Eric peeled away the tissue paper lining the box to reveal a whole collection of items underneath. "Nooooo. . ." the blonde moaned as he held up a red ballgag. "Oh yes, honey," Eric grinned, "You must wear everything in the box before I can take it off you." Shelly was foxed and she knew it. Bound as she was, he could force her into wearing everything or she could just let him do it and get his.