Climmy asked if Miz ‘Cinda needed a bath. If she did a tub would be brought in a few minutes. ‘No, Climmy, thank you, I would like to wash my hand... and face after the trip.’ ‘Yessum, Theys uh basin and water in de dressin’ room. De commode and chamber pot are der too. I wait out side in de hall to shows ya to da parlor.’ ‘Cinda and pat were surprised at the number of people in the large room waiting to meet them. Sean did the honors and introduced them to his son by Molly, Sean Patrick Murphy. Her sobbing grew louder. Then he lay next to her.She opened her eyes and looked at him, searching his face for... something. When she saw the anger appeared to be gone, she pulled him close, pressing her body to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered again as she buried her face in his chest.Ryan pushed her face from his chest and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were still wet with tears and her mascara had smeared. Ryan felt himself falling into the blue pools... like he was drowning in her tears.. . here it cuummmsss!" he'd cried, as if she hadn't known he was beginning to squirt his thick, scalding sperm with powerful jets she'd felt spewing deeply and hotly up into her already semen-flooded belly!The shallow anger she'd known had been diluted to a weakness of mild aggravation because of the magnificent loving of Satyr, but her husband didn't know this as she forcibly worked her vaginal muscles, massaging and milking the fiery semen as desperately as she could from his already deflating. He felt Velcro beneath his wrists and straps by his ankles, then remembered she had mentioned "tying up" and his nerves came back. This would be a first. Emma came over, knelt beside him and asked if he was comfortable, before attaching the straps. Now he couldn't move this was starting to seem a little less like a good idea, but as she walked back towards the cameras to set them to record, Emma removed her shirt and dropped her jeans, kicking off her trainers at the same time. "Just act.