Let me help you get ready."Theresa pulled her arm from Conseula's waist, and pulled her gently away from Steve, and towards the bed. She gently remove... Consuela's clothes, and guided her to her back, centered on the bed below the cuffs. Tenderly, she fastened the cuffs to Conseula's wrists, leaving plenty of room to move, but not enough to bring her hands together to remove the cuffs, She stroked her lover's cheek and asked her, "Do you want the gag, dear?" Consuela nodded, and Theresa slipped. For her part, Blondie loved to watch men jacking off while she pranced about in panties, bra, garter belt, hose and heels. Usually, her panties were sheer see-throughs and her lacy shelf bras left her nipples exposed, so she was usually dancing nearly nude for them. Being an exhibitionist, dancing and stripping for strangers turned her on as much as her audience. Sometimes she would encourage their participation by stepping down from her mini-stage, sitting on the edge of the coffee table with. She heard to clatter of pans from downstairs, realising that Frank was making his own breakfast. She knew he would be in a foul mood, he never catered for himself, that was her job as far as he was concerned.Quickly she put on her dressing gown, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her face was red and puffy, her lips still swollen. Her throat was sore, but not as sore as her bum hole. She made her way to the kitchen.“Where the fuck did you get to last night,” Frank said as she entered,. Every movement of his feet, every inch he traversed, was like gripping hot metal as fear pumped through his veins like blood. He had seen this situation a thousand times in movies and it always ended bad. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, threatening to break open his ribcage, his body trembled to the point where it was nearly impossible to control, and his stomach felt like it had a noose around it and was bound to the doorframe. While doing so made him want to throw up, he forced his.