“I don’t know how to touch you; you’ve got so many little cuts.”“What happened?” he pointed at a nearby water glass with the hand that was...’t connected to a tube and saw that even this hand was bandaged.“Someone blew up the front of the library,” Maddie said as she held the straw to his lips. It hurt a little to suck, but the liquid felt good once it was in his mouth.“You’re okay?” he said, his voice gaining some clarity with the moisture in his mouth.“It would take a lot more than that to. .. Ffffuck..." Sam's voice trailed. I could tell she was too far gone to want it to stop now.She wasn't alone. Meadow had reached back with her free hand and gripped my cock once more, working her magical fingers on my tool, and I could feel my climax building as I watched my wife start to quiver and huff.Now I've seen my wife excited many times before, but for some reason, the way her body twisted and jerked appeared to be more aggressive, and it only added to my wicked excitement.Suddenly, I. “You will NOT touch your cock until I get home tonight. DO you understand? “Brent was too shocked to say no or yes… just “why?” “What happens when you get home?”She grinned, and said “You’ll see, but I don’t want you to touch your dick.” And with that she pulled him up off her bed and pushed him out of her room “Now go, I have to get ready.”Brent’s imagination ran wild for the next few hours after she left with her friends. AS he sipped on beer his mind raced. What could she have in mind? . I was standing at thetop of the tower facing the tables and chairs and the kitchen. Theramparts at the top of the tower were a foot high so I was exposed toall. In front of me was a red light on a box with a microphone attached.John then produced some cable ties and looped them around my shoes so Icouldn't remove them and also around the straps of each shoe tying themtogether. I couldn't move my feet! I also couldn't get off the platformas my feet could not get apart from each other."Right now.