Neither had really expected to get lucky. They'd been roleplaying out-of-towners-looking-for-some-action not really expecting to find any. The look on...their faces reminded me of the joke about a dog who always chased cars... What's the dog to do with a car if he caught one? I did laugh when one Mr. Suburbs asked timidly how much. They thought I was a hooker! I love roleplay so I let them know I wasn't a prostitute, just a girl on her way home from visiting family before adding, "This trip cost. Closing the car door she bleeped the key fob, picked up the bag and began to trudge reluctantly up the gravel driveway. How had she gotten herself into this? She knew it was all her own fault, there was no one else to blame, but she still couldn’t quite believe what she was about to do. She enjoyed her boyfriend taking photographs of her, had found it a real turn-on numerous times, she loved being looked at, loved the attention she always got because she knew she looked ?good?, her. She knew he liked that--her straining and arching up, even when it hurt. Her straining to please him. Using one of the ties, his strong hands gently tied her left wrist to one leg of the chair, and then her right to the other leg. She tested his knots and knew she wasn’t going anywhere until he let her. Her ass would feel much different then... He spread her legs wider, his head not that far from her pussy. On other days, he might... Still, she was very wet. He tied the right to the back leg. "Please forgive me. I looked but I won't tell anybody," Annie said. Betty tossed down the photo of the man fucking her doggie style. "You won't tell anybody that Jack and I are swingers?" "No, I promise," she said looking at the hanging breasts under Betty's body in the photo. Betty tossed the photo of her going down on another woman. "There is only one way we can trust you." "Yes, please anything. Whatever you want." "Jack, come in here!" Becky yelled. Annie panicked and looked around to see.