“She asked for the key,” Belinda smiled in answer to James’s inquisitive look.“Oh.”Kate was sitting upright on her stool, discreetly struggl...ng to escape the straitjacket while moaning incoherently. She stopped as James ran his hands around her body, exploring the tightly pulled leather and playing with the padlocks.“Oh, don’t feel sorry for her,” Belinda replied, kissing Kate on the cheek, “You know she loves it.”Kate’s big aroused eyes and moans were now focused on James, which awoke. It loosed another reverberating call, almost enough to make Sousa buckle at such close range, and then its long tongue flopped out of its short snout to drag across his throat. Sousa tensed, the hot, slimy organ licking his chest and neck, an erection growing in his pants of its own accord. The Krell seemed to notice, pressing its thick thigh into his groin, could it sense the warmth coming off it?He felt its jagged teeth prick his neck, the alien having no lips with which to kiss him, instead. They slept in on Saturday. I was up before them, getting things ready for breakfast, when I heard them at it again. After breakfast they went into town shopping, and I used the time alone to pleasure myself. Saturday night, off they were to bed early in a repeat of Friday. And Sunday went pretty much the same.Monday - they were up early for my niece’s interview. She headed off on the bus, and I asked the boyfriend if he had any plans for while Lisa was out. He said he’d be happy waiting for her. I knew her in her slutty mode, on the prowl. And I knew that she could comport herself decently as well. I rounded the corner hoping against hope.Mom. At her best. Understated dress that didn't show either cleavage or tattoos. Hose. Shoes with modest heels. Her hair was neat, conservative, and pretty close to the auburn that was her natural color. I only knew it from occasional looks at her roots. She used to try staying blonde, mostly, but not this time. Conservative. Right down to her nails.