I was slightly disappointed that there was no sexual tension or teasing by her. Usually my flirting works on almost everyone. I decided I would have t... turn on my charm. I turned to Gwen and said, “So how do I look?” Gwen stuttered and stammered questioningly, “Well, um, good?” “Really, just good?” I teased feigning hurt feelings. Gwen quickly reiterated, “Well great for a girl with a strap-on, but isn’t that way too big?” “God no, I have had bigger cocks then this in me before. I won’t even. The handcuff keys were in my pants pocket in the corner, the ladder had slid almost to the far wall and&hellip, Oh. My. Fucking. God. I was cumming again. My ass flexed and my heart pounded as another powerful orgasm erupted inside me. This time I was unable to bite back my sighs and let out a low moan as I shook on the rope. As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked. Big screen TV, blueray player, and enough alcohol to make me forget about the months of unemployment. I texted my friend ‘I got the job. Start on Monday’ She replied Sweet. I have an empty house and a couple bottles of champagne let’s celebrate.’ Now nothing was ever going to happen with her, not that there wasn’t instant sexual tension since the day we met. But there were barriers to say the least. So I texted her back. ‘The roomie is gone and I get the big screen all to myself, but there is. During the summer of 1976, Jonnie earned enough money from his modeling jobs to take a couple of summer courses at USC so his schooling wouldn’t continue to drag out too long. Megan had been surprised to learn how he was making money, but she was supportive of it… other than the fact that it cut into how much time they’d been able to spend together that summer. But she’d also kept herself busy earning a little money through the recording companies and doing bit parts in some movies and TV shows.