He nodded his head and I quickly got on the bed to help him out. Once again, I used both of my hands to jerk him, but this time I knew we couldn’t t...ke our time since my husband would be home soon.After a couple of minutes of giving him a hand job, I said, “We gotta finish before your father gets home.”“Ok, I’ll try,” he said.“Since you’ve already cum once today, it will take longer this time,” I explained.I varied the strokes for the next few minutes, but my horny-self was begging me to take. I waited a moment to see if she heard me, but there was no sound from inside. I quietly opened the door and slipped inside, closing the door without a sound.I used my pen light to check the layout. I was in the living room. There was an open kitchen ahead and to the right, and a hall straight ahead. I carefully crossed the room and went down the hall. There was a door on each side about ten feet down. They were both open, and I could see the one on the right was the bathroom and the other was. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't relax. I could barely think. The metal cuffs cut deeper into my skin and blood dripped down my arms. I knew my hour was up when the door opened and Wyman came in."Show-time Ms. Perry," he said with joy.He grabbed the chains and lifted me to my feet. It felt like my arms were being ripped out at my shoulders, and it made me cry out in pain. He smiled and kissed me hard. "Maybe I'll get my turn before he rips your heart out." You never know," I said and sent my knee. Soon JK returned with 2 cans of beers and asked Dylan to hurry up and finish the first one already. Under the spell of being nervous and also overly horny; Dylan chugged the beer down very quickly, feeling the effects of it right away.Mr. Kyrakakis laughed as he pointed out that Dylan must be very thirsty because of being in the heat outside. After handing Dylan the fresh can of beer, JK got up, walked behind the sofa, ran his hand across Dylan’s bare shoulders sending a strange rush into.