Her arms were tied to the legs of the old upright pianoin their living room and then her feet and ankles weretied down to the heavy couch that was on ...he oppositewall. She was lying on her back with her legs pulled upover her shoulders, so this caused most of her weight torest on her shoulders and neck and it was beginning toget tiring and painful. But she could only lay therehelpless as he walked around to check on things beforetheir guests arrived.She still couldn’t believe this was. Her shiny dark brown hair was shoulder-length and her figure was perfect: long lithe legs and, most exciting of all, breasts that were almost too large for her slender body.Not that John was in any way fussy. As an eighteen year old virgin who had never even had a sniff of a snog, he couldn't afford to be. But he'd decided he was definitely a breast man. While masturbating he would always time his ejaculation to the sight of a big-bosomed centrefold or a busty porn star taking it at both. " No, Ginger. You don't seem to understand what I'm getting at here. Yousee, lover, what I'm trying to tell you is that I met a man tonight whoI think I may be well on the way to falling in love with, if I'm nothead over heels in love with him already."That got Ethan's attention. "Oh... So, tell me about him?" Well, he's nice, in a kinky, cocky, coquettish sort of way, much theway you yourself are." Oh..." Ethan smirked. "I must say that I liked the way you sort ofslipped that double entendre. His eyes were glazed over as he struggled to cool his body, but that wasn’t to be. She had lit the candle watching as the wax melted, only to tip it slightly over his left, male nipple. The hot searing feel of the wax had him jerking his head back before the tingling of cooling affects of the wax started to cause his labored breathing for another matter. The pain before the pleasure was arousing even more than he ever would have thought possible as more pre-cum oozed from his cock. Another.