’ As I spoke to him, James attached the stirrups to the exam table. Stefan lay back and I slipped his first foot into the stirrup and anchored...it down with the ankle restraint. ‘Wait! Why are you tying me down again? Please. Please don’t do that. I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t tie me down again!’ ‘Sorry Stefan. This is how it works. You have left us no choice. Past behavior is an indication of future behavior. I am not taking the risk that you up and bolt while you have a. Then he rubbed his spunk all over me, laid back, told me where my clothes were and told me to go away.He knew we were all too frightened to tell anyone and he was right. We didn't even go back for our towels - parents were really mad.When I got home I went up to my bedroom, stripped off and rubbed my hands all over myself, feeling his dried spunk and smelling my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and, as it turned out; neither could one of the friends (John) who was my best. Now don’t think that we were doing these kinky activities all the time. We were still totally hooked on fucking and sucking and we were fucking like mad. In addition, I told my mother we should start ordering sexy outfits and slut wear from the catalogs, instead of the old clothes that we had cut up originally and also some equipment we could use for our restraint sessions. With my dad gone so much, my mother handled all the bills, so my father had no idea where his money was going. For that. I could see the way he looked at my ass and breasts when I walked by. When he first came here I had to have him. He was so different than my husband and when I saw the enormous size of his penis, it confirmed how different. Ian exuded so much confidence when he walked and talked. I even heard my husband and the other deacons speak of him in high regard. All of the women of the church wanted him and if they were married and couldn’t have him they would try to make him interested in their.