He's in our hands and I can tell you without boasting that we're very good at this type of problem." I don't want any pills. I don't even drink coffee...anymore. But ... I can't stop worrying about Pete. He's my husband ... the father of our baby." I know. I understand. Where do you live?" We live in Memphis. My husband is a basketball player. He was in the middle of a road trip when this happened." Of course! I should have recognized the name. Do you have a family doctor?" Yes. My Doctor is. Finely I had had enough and confronted her. Challenging her on the time she was taking trying to sell those houses and the money it was costing us as after two months of not selling one. And the fact that we had not had sex since she took on the homes in that slum. She shrugged me off and offering no real expiation on her actions. We argued for some time before she changed the subject by unzipping my pants and giving me blow job. But even with that she seemed distant. Then last Saturday her. ”“NO! Whatever it is, we’ll do it. Remember we love you,” was Wren’s reply.I went out and brought in a large canvas bag, watching both girls’ eyes as I dumped it in the middle of the floor of the cabin.“Oh my God! You want to tie us up?” came from Wren’s shocked lips.Syndy was just staring at the items and mumbled. “I’ve dreamed of being tied up but never thought I might experience it.”“Just for the ride home; you won’t even have to open the gate.”“No Post Office, store, or gas station. Right?”. "I didn't even hesitate as I was caught up in the moment myself. I slid my finger from her pussy, covered in her juices and moved it up to her ass where I pushed it right into her, all the way past my second knuckle.I felt her hips jerk slightly from side to side as my hand was wedged up between her legs and she let out a cry muffled by the cock in her mouth.For a moment, I felt bad, felt sorry that I wasn't considerate of her. I was just caught up in the moment and did what he told me. But.