It looked like a scene from a comedy movie but there was nothing funny about the panic I was experiencing. They made it out just as my parents entered...the house through the front door.I was a mess. I quickly put my top back on but noticed there was sperm everywhere. In my hair, on my face, over my boobs which had just soaked through my top, sperm on the couch, in the rug, on the coffee table. The whole basement smelt of sperm and male hormones.I ran to the bottom of the stairs to make sure no. You will find out, so just accept it and don't worry." She's busy with the straps of the chair, pulling one across my chest another around my waist, more around my ankles. As she fastens them, tightening them securely I feel both a sense of panic and a thrilling feeling. I flex a little against the straps. She pulls them tighter until I really cannot move. Once she sees I really am secured to the couch she speaks again. "Slaves need to learn respect, obedience and trust, Fifty. I think you know. It had been a muchshorter briefing than normal, with everyone having already been filledin on what had happened beforehand. However, Cyclops knew the value ofdiscipline and making sure that everyone was not only well informed buton the same page. Just as Bobby left the briefing room, he felt a hand on hisshoulder and turned around, startled to see that it was Northstar. Thatwas surprising since he knew that Northstar didn't really like womenand avoided touching them when possible. And. “And how are you going to make me scream?” she asked back, smiling at Harry’s silk-covered look. Attentively brushing her fingers against his naked upper-body and enjoying the way he reacted, jolting and leaning into her touch as her hand went south. The proximity to her husband allowing her to inhale the scent of him, the faint smell of his after shave lingering on her fingers as she reached his pants.“I’ll do what I always do, give you a rough ride – just how you’ve always liked it.” Her.