David turned onto his side and gently ran his fingers over the small bumps on her chest and then down her tummy to her pussy. Will it hurt? Sally whis...ered. Only a little bit. The pain soon goes away. Sally nodded and then closed her eyes as Davids fingers began to rub the slit of her pussy. After a few seconds she felt his finger probing between the lips and she spread her legs wide as his finger started to penetrate her. Her own fingers had occasionally slipped into the entrance of her pussy. Bobby wouldn?t untie me and neither would Mom. ?You got yourself in that predicament,? she said, so I scrunched arounduntil I was facing the television, propped my chin on my free hand andnonchalantly finished watching the show.A few nights later I challenged Bobby to tie me again. Mom watchedwhile he tied me to a chair. It was a simple tie, with my wrists tied behindthe chair back, and my ankles and knees together. I slipped the ropes on mywrists within twenty minutes. Mom declared me the. His pubes smelt faintly of a different perfume, his cock already moist as it hit the back of her throat.Then everything went dark – a heavy hood slipped down over her eyes and strong hands pinned her arms behind. Jenny heard the click of the handcuffs – now someone was roughly pulling her clothes off; her tits spilled out. These were not the fluffy pink fur-covered cuffs you get in a sex shop, but military police grade – designed to stay closed and hurt.A deep female voice: “Fuck me – they are. “I just want to hold you all the time and I know that stifles you. You need your freedom – the freedom to admire me while I drool on your pillow. I shouldn’t object. I love the way you worship me.”“Worship?” Jake asked, a little surprised. “Well, I guess you could call it that.” It was true, he realized. There wasn’t anything about her that he didn’t love, except the way she always seemed to argue with him.“I do, don’t I,” Tabatha mused, listening to his thoughts. ‘It doesn’t hurt so bad, now,.