Meanwhile my sister came trotting up the stairs, several different colored shopping bags in hand.“What’s going on?” I asked in a hushed tone.“...t’s ok.” Em said, her pretty smile on display. “I’ll explain later.” Then she quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear and leaned over and kissed my lips. She could tell I still was uneasy, that I knew something was up. “It’s ok,” she reassured me again. I nodded and she took her bags and went to her room and closed the door. I. .. How could you do this to me?" I sputtered through thepain, and my blurred vision missed the approaching clamp - expertlywielded by Samantha.My tongue was trapped, and my speech was inarticulate and useless.The clamp withdrew from my mouth and my tongue tip was dragged outtrapped inside the clamp. A searing pain in my tongue made me repeat mybattle with my bonds, and my arched back subsided slowly when the clampwas released.Barbara placed a blindfold over my eyes and cooed words of comfort,. I could feel his heart beating quickly as mine did after cuming. Did you like playing with my dick, Tom asked. Yeah, it was fun. Kissing me on top of my head he said I know an even better game we can play. Looking up I asked what was the game. Sliding his fingers between my butt cheeks,he rubbed my now tender hole, Tom said we can play it later. I liked being with him and how he liked playing with my dick. Looking at the clock, Tom said he had to get ready for work. Going outside Tom said to. As I was passing the curbside mailbox at 444, I suddenly felt the need to cling to something and retch. I choose the mailbox to lean on. Leaning over it, faking a retch, I opened the mailbox and quickly took out its contents: some junk mail, a bill and a magazine. (I had seen the mailman pass by forty minutes earlier.) The mail fit nicely beneath my sweatshirt. Slowly I continued on, soon breaking into a jog again. It certainly seemed to be a quiet residential neighborhood.Half an hour.