He dragged a finger slowly down my back and his face came close to the back of my neck ear. I could feel his warm breath as he traced a finger down my...neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel myself wet already. He moved his right hand to my pussy and clamped his hand over it firmly; I gasped and squirmed and this was immediately met with a sharp smack across my shaking arse. He pulled back my hair and continued to inspect me, his finger touching and tracing around my lips and. I'd rely on the libido sub-scores.I looked at Gail and said "Blow me."She was on her knees, unzipping me and fishing my meat out in seconds. I'm no super stud. I measure in at just over six inches. Another second and she wrapped me in her hot mouth. It was easy to tell that she'd done this before. No teeth, right amount of suck, good tongue action in all the right places. After a few head bobs she went deep. Oh! My! Gawd! She buried her nose in my pubic hair and gave a swallow. I almost lost. “Reach for the bedposts!”Emma spread her arms up and back in a ‘Y’ position. He first grabbed her left wrist and tied a slip knot on her wrist using a silk neck tie. The other end he tied to the wooden bedpost. He did the same with her other wrist. In the end, she was secured so that she couldn’t move either arm more than an inch or two. Her legs remained unrestrained.“Are you ready, whore? Shall I eat you out first? Or shall I fuck your pussy first? No, I think not!” he said.Going to his. She was now the head chef at Grandma’s restaurant making a nice $78,000 a year. However, we lived in a one-story little house with next to no backyard in a dumpy part of town. Why? Because that’s all we needed. We didn’t want any luxuries because Mom raised us in a practical manner. To this day, we don’t have a cellphone. All we have are prepaid phones with 60 pre-loaded minutes that have been gathering dust for three years.As a sidebar, when I was 7 and Mom was working at a daycare, we’d pull.