I could have left later but we both needed a rest. Sexual rest that is. That night we again slept in each other’s arms. No sex, just lots of cuddles... By the by, the bonfire party was great. Lots of kegs, wine and drunken ladies. I didn’t score, but then again, I had Tina. Rules were made to be brokenBased upon our ?new? relationship, I thought some rules were in order:We would only play on weekends or when we could be sure room-mates wouldn’t be homeDuring ?play? time Tina must always be. Trudy was very successful, eventually opening her own salon in town, andmaking regular trips to the United States to keep abreast of the lateststyles and techniques. Half of her profits were gladly donated to herdearest friend Grace. How else could Grace and her husband have lived sowell merely on the income of a small farm. Grace's husband'sunquestioning nature meant she never had to explain quite how they livedso well.So it was that eventually Grace and Trudy visited the local stateorphanage,. He untied the leash and stood up sporting a throbbing rock hard cock which he could do with relieving. Pulling on the leash Peter led his wife across the living room on all fours. She moved slowly since she was blindfolded until she reached the low table. He stepped behind her and leaned down and unlocked the cuff on her right wrist and then pulled both her arms behind her back and recuffed her. She was now even more helpless than before. Her husband then lifted her up and laid her on her. The fly wasn’t closed and his tip was poking out. Judging from the outline, it wouldn’t be anything she would remember in the coming years, but it was serviceable.He leaned forward and kissed her breasts. Alternating between the two, soft circles around the nipples, then engulfing them in his mouth. She reached inside the starchy fabric and pulled it out. He recoiled at her touch and moaned as if she had found something he did not know existed. Long strokes with one hand, dragging her pinky.