??What is that???The equipment isn’t working. The notion that I would not have a rampant erection inthe presence of a nude, bound and willing girl i... profoundly embarrassing.??Oh,? she said. ?Is that all? I was worried that it was something difficult to fix. First,blindfold me; you will find a nice one in the bottom drawer of the night stand; you won’t beembarrassed by my nudity or yours then, my lord. Then go take a very hot shower and steamsome of that brandy out of you; the ‘equipment’ will. She tenses slightly, knowing that she will be punished with his next touch. "You are a bad girl. Your cunt is wet." Slap! His hand stays on her, still for a few moments, then traces circles lightly, slowly, gauging how close to orgasm his beloved is. Then levitates. "You are a bad girl." Slap! Insistently it repeats. Her legs held open, her cunt out for him to see, smell, and punish, dirty, terrible words spoken to her. Words about a woman's role in sex and how a lady must act, and she is. You know the type ... nice, but basic pizza and lots of game tokens ... for a price.I was naturally quite curious as to what Amy might want from me, and why she was in the master bedroom with my wife, sister-in-law, and sister-in-law's girlfriend. I didn't undress just yet, not even out of my work clothes, because I didn't quite feel ready to relax just yet. I was wary, to say the least, though I assumed that this had something to do with Jonathan and the proposed revisions of the plans for him. She wanted more practice. She had touched Tim’s peter! Tim had kissed her privates! Her . . . well, pussy!After 15 minutes of watching TV Tim said, “this is boring. Wanna finish our game Amy?”Tony said, “I wanna play!”“We’re playing for money,” Tim said. “It’ll cost you a dollar.” Tony slumped back on the couch. He didn’t have a dollar. Amy and Tim ran upstairs.“Did you really wanna play war?” Amy asked.“Well,” Tim said, “I thought you might want to learn how to French some more.” Amy nodded so.