She wanted to watch a stupid TV show first. I stayed patient because I knew I was getting some milf pussy. She was complaining about her back aches so...I offered her a back massage for later. She weighed a good 160 with most of the weight on her ass. I got peeks of how deep her crack was when she would lean forward for something. I don’t know if she was doing that on purpose, but all I know is if I could see the bulge in my jeans then I know she could too as she would rub and pat my leg. I. People would do anything for a word from her, even though most of the time it was some variant of "Fuck off". But that was better than her usual icy glare at people she considered beneath her. (It must here be noted that she considered everyone beneath her, some were simply less so than others.)Her social standing was enhanced by her family's extravagant wealth, which they lavished on her without restraint, and which among many other things bought her the custom-tailored clothes she wore to. Finally, there was just me. Pa and I lived in the old house which was also his workshop. He decided that I would become his apprentice and learn gunsmithing. Well, it turned out that I had a knack for the trade. It took a while, but I got to be as good at it as Pa, and Pa took me on as a partner. I'm afraid that I got something of a swelled head over that, and it led to trouble.I was sweet on a girl who lived down the street in our town, but her pa hated the "Dutch." I never did find out why,. . tying me up, blindfolding me and doing anything you want with or to me?”“Anything I want?” I asked him with a chuckle.“Yep.”“I think I can handle that.” I told him with a laugh.Gary immediately got up and went to his SUV. He returned a minute later with a bag. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed when he dumped out its contents. There were four metal stakes, a hammer, four long pieces of rope with Velcro loops on the ends, and one black blindfold. “You came prepared.” I added with a loud and sustained.