"You wanted to see if I would stay. Well I did, didn't I. I can do that."I smile. "What do you think the little rope around your ankle is for."You loo... at me, half in anger, half puzzled again. "What has that got to do with it?" Everything." I pour us another cup of coffee. "Now relax and let me explain something. Cuffs, ropes, gates whatever aren't there to keep you prisoner. A prisoner is someone held against his or her will. You are not. This is where you want to be. It has been your choice.. He slid his hand over my breasts squeezing slightly and then one hand slowly down my side until his fingers began to slide over my lips, not penetrating them. I could feel my juices begin to run down my thigh, it had been so long since I had been touched this way; and it was such a risky moment! Then he took a grip on the back of my hair right at the base of my neck and spun me around. He said that he had to taste it. He bent me over and dropped to his knees grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. Then she said, “I hope I am not interrupting.”I told her, “It’s ok.” She took off the light coat she was wearing and I could see that she, too, was in skimpy clothing. Her bottoms were also track shorts, but they were even shorter than mine, and cut to flatter her womanly shape. Her top was nearly transparent, and it stretched around her breasts. I could see the rough texture of her nipples and even the dark circles of her areolas. I pulled up a second chair in front of my computer. Beth saw. I watched Daddy driving down the lane in the Aston Martin and as he headed out onto the highway I headed up to my room to see what I could wear. I took out school girl uniforms that I had not worn in years but they just made me look silly then I saw it, a Brazilian style string bikini. It was flesh colored, had 2 little patches over my nipples, one little triangle over my pussy but as I gave it a tug it would slip in between my pussy lips and all but disappear, and from behind I looked.