Some remained standing close to Sandra and the slave while others reclinedon the wraparound sofa and sipped from their fresh flutes. All watched as th...irhost freed the slave's arms from the chains and then forced his arms downward. "These," she said as she fingered a golden stud. "Are,I think we all agree, pretty but…" In her hand she held two silver rings.Underneath the waiting slave she replaced the studs with the rings and hookedto each slender chains. "These," she showed her guests after. "She tried not to slur her words, but even to her own ears, her words were a dead giveaway of her condition. She struggled up to a sitting position, pulling her skirt down over her thighs. Her ass was still bare against the couch. The feeling made her cunt quiver. She was afraid to look the boy in the face again. She waited for him to say something. When nothing happened, she looked up timidly.On Dick's face, she saw the same helpless arousal she had seen in the eyes of the plumber boy, Frank,. The sight of her supple, pouty lips as they curled up into that not so subtle smirk in response to his bulging cock kept lingering in his mind. If she were any other girl in the world besides his daughter he’d be kissing those lips right now. He’d be clutching the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass and pulling her body against his needful cock.But thinking like this was only making his erection worse. With a moment of privacy on the deck, he squeezed his cock through the material of his shorts,. I need to email my therapist.Anyway. Ahem. Where was I?Christy rang my doorbell around 3:10 and I let her in. She kissed me hello, which was a nice indicator. I wasn’t sure if things would stay physical after avoiding each other on Saturday.“Come in!” I said. I motioned for her to sit on the sofa in the living room.She joked, “I’m gonna gonna leave my clothes on for a bit.”“Suit yourself. Want anything? I haven’t been shopping much, because of the play, but...”She asked for a beer, but I was.