I went to the closet and retrieved a set of padded leather cuffs and affixed them to her wrists. I fastened them together and pulled her to her feet. ... then went back to the closet and got a length of rope. I slid the end through a hook in the ceiling and fastened it to the cuffs. I then hoisted her hands over her head until she was on her toes. I tied off the rope to a cleat on the door frame. I went to the closet yet again and retrieved a ball gag. I fixed the gag in her mouth and fastened it. We lay side by side, our arms and legs touching comfortably. “Mom,” Chad said, “you can’t hide under there all night. It’s my room, for one thing. And my bed.” I could tell from his voice that he stood close. I pulled the sheet down to my nose for a split second. Back under the sheet I told Ashley, “He’s taking off his clothes.” “What do we do?” “What do you think we should do?” I asked. We were in this together. “I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass,” she said, referring to the incident. In the process, he pushed my briefs down below my ass and I could feel my cock and balls swinging freely while he kneaded me.On each down stroke, his hands started to run further over my ass. With deft movements, he repeatedly pulled my cheeks apart, then squeezed them together before returning to my back. The warm massage oil ran down my crack and I could feel it dribble onto my asshole. Knowing it was now fully exposed, I involuntarily clenched my hole as the oil ran over it. I began to. .stroke it for me…’ Catherine’s hand began a slow deliberate back and forth motion along the basal half of his pole. She took care not to touch the now almost purple cap-like head. Rick groaned again, louder. ‘Faster’ he said. Catherine’s hand moved faster, her grip tightening. The head of Rick’s cock swelled and flared above her fist with each stroke. Her fist slapped noisily against his balls. ‘Catherine’ he pleaded…as she continued to pump him…..’Suck my cock…please….please!!!’ .