I'm not!The guilt-tortured young housewife had been resolving to block out the sinful, obscenely vivid memory pictures from the moment she'd woken up ...o find herself nakedly draped over the living room chair, her lurid apricot-lace nightgown crumpled on the floor below. Now, hours later, she couldn't hold back a shudder as she recalled how filthy she'd felt and how she'd detected a scent of Larry Johnson's masculine odor on her own body. There had been a dull pounding in the back of her. After just a couple of minutes, her voice came, "Right, Harry, come in here."What he saw when he entered the bedroom, lit by one small bedside lamp, almost stopped his breath.Gina, completely naked, lay spread-eagled on the bed. Each wrist was fastened to a bedpost by handcuffs, and her ankles were held wide apart by silken straps, tied to the bottom of the bed. She saw him looking at the handcuffs. "Oh, they’re easy to release. A little button that I push against the bedpost. Come on."He moved. “Oh you do,” murmurs Jed. He looks at my breasts and I tilt them up to give him a thrill. I'm a 36D with a slim back so I do get noticed. I like men to look at my breasts and sweat a little.This is fun, so, with a straight face, I say, “I imagine a man unclipping my bra. Finding my nipples all perky and pointy. And maybe a hand sliding up my skirt...” I smile sweetly again like butter wouldn't melt. I don't admit I imagine a rock hard cock in my mouth, spurting hot cum over my face. Nor do I. .. reach... there...shit. Jennifer stood splayed in the middle of the room and cursed her impatience. Robert had never said what time he would be meeting her here. And did he definitely say tonight? She was only a little thankful that most of her weight was hanging from her arms, because it made it a little easier to stand in the ballet heels. But still...maybe if I just... Nope, definitely not going anywhere soon. Where is he anyway? Damn damn damn... Time stopped for an eternity, then.