Fate is inevitable. You wake up to hear heavy breathing. As your eyes slowly open, you can make out the image of several men at the foot of your bed. ...hey are standing there, not making too many movements. Once you become fully aware of your surroundings, you notice that they are holding some rope! You feel a strong surge of adrenaline as you notice that these men are his poker friends, yet he is no where to be found. You smile and silently nod to the men and they begin to tie up each or your. "Yes. You will be wearing this belt to better understand Becca. Part of that is to be here for an extended period of time. If it isn't during work hours and Becca is home, and I don't need either of you for anything, then I don't see why you two can't spend some time together." Stacy thinks for a moment. The conversation seems to have turned to bargaining. Miss Cara presses the remote and Stacy feels the vibrator come to life inside her. Ohh, fuck! This isn't fair! She can feel the tight,. Trinity absolutely adored Feldman, and he had been a wonderful male influence on her since the death of Maribell’s first husband, Trevor. Maribell felt like the luckiest woman in the world, and Feldman couldn’t believe he snagged the sweetest, sexiest lady he’d ever met. Maribell was statuesque and refined, her long, silky, auburn hair reached the small of her back and when she looked at Feldman with those complex brown eyes he often felt himself transported back to the carefree days of his. Then his palms were movng up her front. 'Ooooh' ,was all she could gasp as she felt those strong fingers close around the shapes of her breasts. Underneath the white blouse she was wearing the softest of bras. They stood face to face in the gloom as her breasts were massaged, caressed....the man's thumbs flicking over the stiffening forms of her hidden nipples.The man gave a throaty growl of approval as he felt her nipples through the blouse; his fingers and thumbs gripped and twisted.