OK, never mind.I know, I'm sounding insecure. I'm not. I don't think.So, there I was, my hands and feet bound, nude. No idea what happened to my cloth...s. It wasn't cold. Like I said before, the temperature was constant and it was warm enough so maybe no one needed clothes.What I was feeling was pissed. In front of me, standing over my face, was Harry. Stark fucking naked. Oops, sorry. But he was, naked, I mean. I don't mean I was pissed about being tied down. Wasn't the first time for me, and. She asked me if I wouldn't be too busy screwing Angie but I assured her that I would be watching closely anyway. By the time Larry got home however, she had sobered up and nothing happened...The events of this story happened one summers evening when we all went down to the beach for a BBQ and some fishing with my wife's parents. The weather was perfect, we had a bonfire going and wine and beers were flowing freely. After we had enjoyed a good BBQ meal my wife's step-father and I went to try our. Her 32D's filled out that shirt perfectly. Her complexion was smooth, like melted chocolate and her little round button nose fit her angelic face perfectly. She had sexy, full lips that were highlighted with shiny, clear lip gloss and as she spoke, her tongue touched the bottom of her front teeth like she had a slight lisp.Bret wasn't close enough to hear exactly what she was saying but he was close enough to watch her play her game. She played like a master. Bret was undone. He needed to get. He looked up lovingly as Mike reentered the room. Nick lay in the corner ignored. His body felt not physical pain but only mental anguish at the sight of his master, his lover, having sex with another person. Tears filled his eyes as he began to realize that Mike might be lost to him forever. Mike lifted Steve from the floor. He removed the tit-clamps which by now had put deep purple marks on Steve’s chest. He looked into Steve’s blue eyes and the two were suddenly deeply embraced. Mike led.