Anyone with imagination might have guessed she was trying to masturbate, but that wasn't what I saw. Her knuckles were white from the tightness of her...grip."Hey, what's the matter?" I dared to whisper. I was honestly concerned for her. I might have been in total lust for Holly, but I actually cared about her too. I knew her all lesbo offense was in reality a defense. My words startled her.Suddenly, she leaped up and cleared her throat. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom. Right Now." Our history. By the way, could I bother you two for a drink?’ ‘Mary you’ve come to the right place. We have all kinds of wine. We have red, white, and pink. We have box and …’ Gail Marie barged right in ‘Mary please forgive Jim, he thinks that it’s funny to pull this old line on everybody. We have about everything. What would you like?’ ‘At the risk of it being a cliché, some white wine?’ ‘Done, you are ok with Trader Joes wine selection?’ Mary answered, ‘A woman after my own heart, and wine merchant.’. "Why don't you sit at the table while I work on the other cuff?"She nodded and walked fairly unsteadily over to the table, either she had been handcuffed to the beam for quite a while or she wasn't use to the high heeled boots. I sat across from her and set to work on the remaining handcuff.I was getting really turned on by this point and was glad the table was hiding the obvious bulge in my pants. My mind kept drifting back to the idea of making love to Trixie, massaging her breasts and then. “Jesus, Vicky, you are so fucking velvety tight. Oh, god, don’t move, you’ll fucking make me blow it right here!!”“She smiled hugely at him and mercifully sat still, but kept grinding her hips in small circles as he tried to regain his composure. After a bit she’d begun moving her hips forward and back against him, far enough to start moving his cock in and out slightly as she shifted her weight. He was going to need a few more minutes of cooperation if he’d be able to give her a decent.