I had no plan to get out of the room, but I figured that the first step would be to get out of the ropes. From there I could look at what to do next.I...struggled against my bonds, but they were too tight. I tried cutting them with my sharp nails, but couldn't get at the rope.I thought for a bit, maybe I could use my double jointed fingers to get at the rope. With some effort I bent back my fingers to the point that I could touch the rope around my wrists, and with a bit of sawing I started to. " Jimmy informed me. Her moans became louder as Jimmy continued finger-fucking her and nibbling her nipples, now hard and flushed with blood.He took his fingers out of my wife and started sliding her panties off. My wife has a beautiful thatch of light brown hair a little darker than the hair that everyone sees. He legs were spread wide revealing a glistening slit and swollen pink lips. He ran his finger through her hair, along her slit, and inside her. He massaged her clit, which according to. Halfway through the song, she dropped the mike on the floor and raced for the ladies room, presumably to blow her cookies.He glanced over at the steel bass player and shrugged. There was nothing to do but finish the song, and then he'd have to sing again, until Karen could make it back. If she did.He was still trying to put things back together when a blonde girl in a really well-turned-out cowgirl outfit walked up on the stage, picked up the microphone, and said, "Hey, turkey. You know. I hadn’t peed my pants or in this case a diaper in 20 years so it was tough totell my brain to start, but when it did I erupted with the yellow fluid. And while the diapers did a good job, I knew that if I had to pee some more, thediaper would be saturated and start leaking. Also, if Mistress Jennifer didn’t return soon, I might be forced to drink my own urine to quench my thirst.Oh, Mistress Jennifer, please return soon, I said over and over in my head.I woke up not even realizing that I had.