Jonathan and I talked with my mom a bit and she went off to bed. We watched TV in the living room, and as I noticed Jonathan kept getting closer I fi...ally had to ask...though I was sure I knew, i had to ask, "Hey Jonathan...can I ask you something with you getting mad?" He just smiled, "You're gonna ask if I'm bi?" I was slightly shocked he knew what I was thinking, though I guess I had been giving off a quizzing vibe for quite sometime, "Well, yeah, I just wasn't sure" I replied. He placed. Standing on tiptoes, she tied his hands with a thick leather thong, making him gasp. ‘I’ve seen this done before. You may fight back, so you have to be tied.’ ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he responded quietly, somewhat confused at this turn of events. ‘Now, do you know why you are being punished?’ she asked, quietly, standing close enough that he could smell her scent. ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he replied, ‘I touched you inappropriately, without permission. But surely your husband should be the one punishing me?’. In addition to that of course, her long sensuous legs seemed to stretch out forever, a small thin black strip of hair perfectly trimmed seemed to point downwards between her legs like a signal beacon, even more so as she suddenly bent her legs at the knee bringing the back of her lounge chair up into a half sitting position. Once again picking up the magazine, she began looking through it, though in doing so, effectively hiding her breasts from my view, though I didn't mind as she now sat there. "Why is that? We all have all night to hang out, there's no rush." Eric slowly walked to the van, and Laura followed him at his pace. As they were walking to the car, she saw that Eric's neck was sweating slowly. "Hey, are you alright Eric? You are sweating a lot." Laura said. Eric looked back at her while keeping his pace towards the van. "I'm alright" he said. "I actually had to run a few errands before coming here, so walking slow is a nice thing I could have right now." Laura.