He stepped through from his closet into the dungeon play room. Turning to the right, he pulled up a hidden panel and flipped on the bright overhead li...hts, so he could set-up faster. He hummed to himself as he pulled open a drawer set into the wall panelling and took out a half dozen lengths of soft, thick, black nylon rope. He looked around the room, considering the Saint Andrews cross for a moment, before dismissing it. The leather padded spanking bench was tempting as well, but he had. "Just making new friends, Rick. Same old, same old," Casey joked."Doesn't look too friendly to me." Rickey dropped his arms and movedforward a step.The boy let Casey go and shuffled away quickly, hands up defensively."Like he said," the boy cried, "We were just talking." Just leaving?" Ricky asked."Right, right." The boy was gone in an instant along with his friend.Casey sat down on the bench again and sighed."You feeling okay, Casey?" Yeah, yeah. Why is everyone asking me that. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her lap, and they went on that way.I was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting on well. On her part there was a fair amount of. We have a few drinks in the kitchen and then retire to the lounge where we sit as a threesome on the settee with Mandy in the middle - and watch some porn on the TV as we top up our drinks. Mandy is very broad-minded when it comes to porn and little phases her except heavy BDSM stuff. In the dimmed room lighting and by the flickering firelight, the atmosphere soon becomes electrically expectant. After watching some hot action on the screen, the heat and perfume emanating from Mandy's body as.