Karen (a fictitious name) knew she had me as a captive audience and shifted her weight from one High-Heeled Foot to the other while rolling the curler... in my mother’s hair knowing full well that I was watching her every move.I tried to watch TV, but my eyes kept straining in the direction of the hot, sexy woman in the other room. Karen continued to shift her weight from time to time knowing that her Skirt inched up her thigh to show more of her Nylon Tops and Garterbelt attachments. She. He just couldn't seem to contain his lust, even though he invariably hated himself after and would sincerely vow that it would be different next time... yet, wonderful, loving person that she was, she would smile understandingly and forgive him. Nevertheless, he felt certain that his constant failures were straining their yet-to-be-seasoned relationship and he laid the whole damned mess to this Ottawa investigation business... whatever that was all about.Now, as he watched them moving among the. As the man moved back behind her, she experimentally tried to make a fist. Though her fingers would flex slightly, any real dexterity was impossible.?It’s a straightjacket!? The teen realized.She’d seen pictures and had watched ?Lethal Weapon?, but this ‘garment’ was unlike any of those. The blonde complied with the orders to hold her arms out to the sides, a numbness of disbelief sweeping over her. After the man had weaved the steel reinforced leather lacing through the hooked grommets on. He slowly slides himself out and then slowly eases himself back down her throat. Then he tells her ‘okay, slut, now suck my dick.’ She does so all too willingly; she loves the feeling of his warm cum running down the back of her throat. He pulls out and grabs her around the neck. Now it’s time for her punishment.He handcuffed her hands behind her back. Telling her to kneel down, her forehead to the floor at his feet. Her ass sticks up in the air with her thong sliding in between her ass crack.