Pulling her to the table, he tugs on the belt telling her to sit down. "Don't move. Not a word, understand?" She nods her head in compliance. Grabbing...her stockings and panties he ties her wrists behind her back and ties the belt to the back of her chair. He goes off in search of more supplies. He returns with a bathroom cup, her suitcase, and gloves, and his pocket knife. He cuts the cup and folds the gloves to make a "ball" gag in her mouth and is tied with the other stocking. Between her. When she got up to leave the dining room, I could see her slender body. At the door, she’d turn and look back at me on the other side of the dining room, our eyes meeting and again bite her lower lip, a very erotic gesture that surprised me considering she was engaged. As I mentioned, at lunch she wore a short white tennis skirt and tank top and I could see her round ass and long tan legs as she went off to play tennis with her father.While I played third base in our afternoon softball games,. So please do let us know if you are interested in reading one. But that story will be purely based on fantasyThis is a true story about how we tried a bathroom session for the first time which was mother’s fantasy. Since the time we started having sex, mother and I used to share about our different fantasies in which one of her fantasy was she wanted to have sex in every part of our house especially in the kitchen and bathroom. I have submitted a story on our kitchen session ‘Indian mother for. I stared in shock, then yelled "bad sister!" as I smacked her ass hard. She screamed loudly and started grinding her hips into mineI pulled her head against my shoulder and whispered very softly “do you want me to do more to you sis? I rubbed her ass cheeks till I said “sis”, then I smacked her ass hard. She let out another loud moan and collapsed against my chest, with my crotch getting wetter every second.“Brother…. please….” she begged.“Hmm? Please what rose?” I asked with a teasing.