"The handsome young man looked at me like most boys do, pulled his eyes away from my high and barely covered breasts and shook my hand smiling and the... licking his lips."Friday my wife bowls," he told his new hire, "wont be home 'til six, come on in and she'll get you a beer."They went into the living room and I got two cold bottles, poured out a bowl of pretzels and took them in. Dad pulled me down next to him and palmed my right breast, lifting and squeezing, his hand under my skimpy shirt.. It goes without saying that you were utterly terrific! What a crying shame that you prefer making love to women! And - yes. I do have a bit of bad news for you. Smart girl to cotton on!" You were among the three men who gave me most satisfaction, Rodolfo. Now can we get to the point?" Considering you have known so few men in a sexual sense, Roberta, that is hardly an outstanding compliment! But I fear I shall have to be satisfied with that faint praise! Since we last met, I have been in. My hips undulated. I swung the hammock by moving my arms, sliding my cunt up and down his cock. It was so wicked. My hair dangled and my nipples throbbed.“You are a wicked wife,” Thrak groaned and seized my hips.He didn't fuck me. He slid my pussy up and down his cock. The hammock creaked and groaned as I swung back and forth, his cock sawing in and out of my depths. I loved it. My toes curled as they brushed the wood decking. His dick went so deep in me when he swung me close then slid out to. The women snuggled to me on either side and I felt them wriggling awkwardly a little as they settled down. Or so I thought.Suddenly, a metallic rattle, a cold band on my wrists and a definite snap of a lock! Dammit! They had handcuffed me to the iron bedstead! I tried to twist and turn but I was locked there good and proper. The two women giggled at me as I struggled. “So.. we have to ask nicely do we?”, asked Stella. “Well now, perhaps you need to learn some manners too,” purred Liv.