John, cuff my hands again, behind me, so you can fondle my breasts.?I quickly cuffed her wrists behind her and cupped her breasts in my hands then twe...ked her nipples, making her squeal. ?That feels so good John. Please help me to my knees John, I?ll suck you off again.?Helping her down was tricky, since I was wearing those damned ballet boots, but being sucked to another climax was worth the inconvenience, and as time went on that evening I became increasingly proficient in the damn things. I. ”The hands moved to my thighs, stroking me, no longer with any pressure, but with softness and intent--intent on arousing me more.A nail scratched along my inner thigh, I shuddered.“Come on baby, open those legs a bit for me." Her hand pressed against the inside of my thigh, urging them to open for her. I did. Her hands slid even further upwards, under the hem of my shorts, close, so very, very close to my prick. I shifted uncomfortably as the pressure of my erection grew even more.“Okay, turn. "Where are the women?" They are returning to the home village, Memsahib." He noted the slow resolution of the Memsahib's features to completely neutral with an increasing trepidation."It is up to you to settle your dispute, but if they are not back here by tomorrow sunset, you will face the Queen Empress for your explanation. You may go."Barati knew that the Memsahib did not make idle threats and facing his Sovereign's wrath, however she was involved in this, was the lowest on his list of. Throughout dinner, Martin kept glancing over at the boy sittingacross from him, amused at the idea that it was his body, and his Mom's mind. And at the same time, he also kept glancing over at his Dad, and slowly came to the realization that he wasn't thinking of him as Dad anymore. Instead, he had somehow started to think of him as Scott. Several times, Martin had to tell Bobby "Stop playing with your food" earning him several amused looks from his Mom. When dinner was almost over, Martin.