He told me no one else can touch her or give her orders.“Should I put a collar on her?” I asked.“No, she hasn’t earned one yet. If you need to...lead her around, just grab her by those pointy nipples and twist. You can handcuff Buttercup if you like,” he tossed me some cuffs. I put them around her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back.Buttercup didn’t give me a hard time about it. She let me pull her out of the motorhome by her nipples and promised she would follow me.I was so ready for her. She had a couple of shopping bags with her. ‘Sorry,’ he began. ‘I just finished my shower. Hang on a minute and I’ll get dressed.’ ‘No, this is your house, I came early, you don’t need to get dressed.’ She smiled at him. ‘I think your bathrobe is very… distinguished, and professorial.’ She winked. I emailed you my project. I.. would you… please look see if it is good enough to pass the class?’ ‘Sure, just let me…’ ‘No, really, don’t bother to change out of your bathrobe. Please. It’s fine.’ She. We know it's going to be hard, but you're going to have to do it." Al," Crystal said, "Do you know what you need? You need to get your ass back in the Canyon where it belongs." Crystal's right," Scooter added, "It'll heal you if anything can." I don't know," he sighed, "Maybe." Al, we're leaving the day after tomorrow," Crystal said. "I think you ought to go with us." But I don't want to, I don't feel like going." OK, Al," Crystal said harshly, "But you better get to feeling like it, because. So we agreed to mutual masturbation at the end of our game that night instead of jerking off seperately. The environment was quieter during the game as we both were probably thinking about the ultimate climax before us. After we got naked, and had gone through the ‘bet’ series of licks and sucks, we retired to the couch and, somewhat tentatively and awkwardly, took one another's stiff cock firmly in hand. It was different. I pumped him and he pumped me. We didn’t move nearly as fast as we.