"Try and get out, Claire," Julianne taunted.Claire pulled on the ropes attached to her wrists. There was no slack at all. Her wrists and ankles were t...ed tight against the table legs. The fact that she was truly stuck now, the fact that she wouldn't be able to escape, finally sunk in. She couldn't speak."Oh my god. I can't move at all!" Claire's breathing got faster, her heart started pounding in her chest. Now, she was truly helpless and at the mercy of Evan and his girlfriend. "That sick son. "The bride, arrayed in her sleeping gown and having turned off the lights (blessed darkness hides all!), will lie passively upon the marriage bed awaiting the entrance of her lawfully wedded husband."Likewise, I cannot imagine what she connotes by "turning off the lights," unless that refers to the process of putting out electrical lanterns. Not having those newfangled contraptions in my own home (this electrification frenzy will pass none too soon for me!), I am quite ignorant of such. He's got a grey beard, but it's neatly trimmed. And," he added conspiratorially, lowering his voice to a whisper, "you are going to love this. You know what else is neatly trimmed? Yep, all around his cock! And it's a very big one! He whipped it out when he saw you, and he's starting to rub it. He's beating off right now!" Where is he?" I quickly asked, my voice very uneven. I wanted to know where to put my blanket in the best spot, right in front of his hiding place. I could feel my pussy. If that wasn't bad enough, she lifted my arm, and put it around her. I was now sitting with my right arm around this lithe, beautiful 18-year-old freckly redhead. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle on the sofa, and slide onto the floor, but, somehow (I'll never know how), I held it together. Then, she put her hand on my thigh, and I felt involuntary tension in my groin. I decided to turn my attention back to the TV. Bad idea. The sex scene had started. It was movie sex, where they.