My ankles are uncuffed and my arms are grabbed. “Come with us!” John orders.I clamber down off the sofa, unsteady on my feet, still utterly in the...dark. My two men lead me across the room. Then we stop. The plastic cape is pulled over my head. My hands are placed on a chair, which I divine to be a kitchen chair. “Sit!” John says, as if he’s commanding a dog. But then what am I but a horny bitch? (Oh gosh, did I just say that about myself?)So I sit down, carefully, still seeing nothing. “Hands. I did some light housework and fixed myself some lunch. Even though I wasn’t naked, I had no underwear on, and my d-cup boobs were swinging and bouncing around under my shirt all day as I moved around the house and did my usual housework.I’ve always liked the feeling of my untethered tits swaying and jiggling, so being nude all week had been no problem. On that day, with just a long t-shirt on, I was enjoying the slight friction of the soft t-shirt material on my nipples, making them erect and. Hearing a noise, she looked under her arm. She too gasped and frantically tried pulling up her bathing suit but it got twisted at her knees. She looked around the room spotting her robe and made a dash for it, but her bikini bottoms tripped her and she fell to the floor. Looking at Jimmy, she madly tried to cover herself with her arms, but gave up and kicked the bikini off and scrambled to her feet. Totally naked, he ran to the bed and grabbed her robe, clutching it in front of her body."What. “You bet I am. I love that look,” I said. “What look?” “That wild, desperate look in your eyes.” Another fraction, another moan. It was the most sensual tease, holding myself back was agonising. “Johnny, please,” she begged. “Please what?” I pulled out a fraction and then took it back, and a little more. She gasped, eyes wide and wild. “Please don’t make me wait.” Another tiny, teasing, torturous thrust. This time she cried out my name. I could feel her muscles clenching, rhythmically, and she.