Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat."Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she shouted up at him through hate-fille... eyes, her arms straining at the binding ropes like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came to her lust deranged mind."Send me a man! Shalla you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going. "Tasha smiled. "No boys allowed. But if you talk to Tom about it, and he wants to see... we can make a tape for him."Nicki's eyes widened at the thought of her husband watching her up on that thing. "Come on," Tasha urged, turning off the video and standing up. "You don't have to get undressed if you don't want. Just take your panties off."Flushing, Nicki stood, slipping off her heels. She nudged her skirt up in back, so she could catch hold of the elastic edge of her panties. Tasha was busying. I delivered the paperwork and went home with visions of me in my bathtub, with a glass of wine and the mellow tunes of Rod Stewart soothing away my tensions. What I discovered at home was anything but peaceful. I opened the door and found my son Jason standing behind his girlfriend Christy. She was kneeling on my couch with Jason’s cock sliding in and out of her. They were both naked as would be expected from two teenagers engaged in a sexual act and for a split second neither of them. .” Emma said uncertainly, but she continued nonetheless.Reaching out, she gave the other clamp a little flick and watched it sway opposite in time to the first. The motion reminded her of the metronome that she used to watch while taking piano lessons as a kid. A moment of silliness washed over her and she strummed her fingers along Jess’ back as if Jess were a keyboard, giggling as she did so. Jess had absolutely no idea what she was doing but didn’t care so long as Emma was enjoying.