Jennifer rose up, turned to me and said, “Bend over the bed, face down, hands behind your back.” I did as I was told. I could feel thick leather c...ffs going around my wrists and ankles. The ones behind my back were shackled together. “Just insurance for me, I don’t trust you”, she said. I could feel lube being applied to my ass. I started to get nervous, but didn’t have time. Jennifer lined up that strap on and eased it in my ass. She must have done this a lot, expertly fucking my ass with her. It finally sent me to penis. I knew what that was. There were a bunch of slang terms near the end of that definition, and there it was, plain as day — schlong. Why the heck couldn't they just come out and say it was a dick?By the time I'd finished my research project, it was time for dinner. Mom asked how things were going with Betsy Lou and I told her she'd been acting weird and explained some of the things she'd done over the past couple of days. She wiped her mouth with her napkin a lot more. She almost gagged on my cock when I did that. As I started to finger her, something felt different. That’s when I noticed the butt plug. Lana must have gotten that as my surprise. Lana slyly turned towards me and looked at me with her cum-fuck-me eyes.“Surprise!” she whispered.I grinned right back at her. My fingers feverishly fucked her pussy as Lana worked my shaft, trying her best to get me to explode in her mouth before we got into the house. I moved my hand and fingers from her. Is there anything I canoffer...?" Some good security through the next day while we're here and a ride tothe airport in a limo? Someone would need to return our rental car too?"Amanda said with a smile. "Maybe also no questions over Stacy swimming inthe waterpark tomorrow without floaties?"He smiled. "I think we can make that arrangement. Tommy, can you get thatsecurity detail arranged?" Yes sir," hesaid, "I think dinner plans would be good for us to make forthem too, given the way their day's.