I got the impression that she really wanted to wrap her legs around mine, but couldn't. Her hands were also pretty useless, and even as she moved agai...st me, she strained against her bonds. In a strange way, I think her frustration heightened her enjoyment of the situation. Certainly her climax was far more intense than mine, judging by the sudden pain in my shoulder as her teeth bit into me.As for me? Well, I certainly enjoyed it, but I'm only human. Twice in the space of ten minutes is a bit. ‘And I’m Agent Charles Richards.’ Hutchins’ head snapped around to face him as his eyes turned to saucers. Charles stood up and chuckled. ‘Gee, Tom… he looks like he’s seen a ghost… or maybe a couple of them! Isn’t that what you were hired to do, Hutchins… turn Agent Seldon and me into ghosts?’ Before he could think straight, Bobby Joe blurted, ‘How the hell do you know about that?’ Charles slammed his hands down on the table in front of Hutchins and got right in his face. ‘You stupid asshole…. Of course I proceeded to blow off practice for another week. When I arrived at her house on Monday, the first thing she did was ask me if I had been practicing. With last week’s warning in mind, I said yes, of course I’d been practicing, though it quickly became obvious that I hadn’t been when I wasn’t playing any better than last week. She stopped me halfway through an exercise and told me to stand up. I did as she said, feeling rather guilty. It seemed as though the sweet house wife that. She stood up and asked me to pass her the cloth from the basin stand to wipe herself with, which I did.I went into the boy's room, and he too was filling his potty. He looked up and also smiled at me. Without being told, I crossed the room and picked up the cloth and passed it to him."Would you like to give it a stroke?" he asked while wiping his cock.I don't think he realised I was a boy, so I replied "Yes"I took hold of it and stroked the foreskin gently up and down. It became stiff in my.