The house was quiet now.Outside, a neighbor's cat stalked a bird hiding in the bushes. The bird got real low and tried not to make any movement that w...uld attract attention. Jack could see everything through the bird's frightened eyes and wished he was a little bigger and not so defenseless against strange cats.The wind picked up and the cat ran back to the safety of his backyard. The bird came out of the bushes and flew off into the night. He knew he had to get up real high so the hungry owls. Tiffany's eyes widened as she glanced down at the rope."God, you really are kinky, aren't you Laura," she said, in awe. "You ain't gonna hurt me, are you?" I adore you. I would never hurt you." She quickly slipped a strand of rope around Tiffany's wrists, pulling them together in the noose. "I'm going to take it. Isn't that what you want me to do?"Tiffany nodded slowly. "Take it," she repeated."Over here," Laura coached, drawing her toward the bed. "Now, lie down on your back, hands up, like. I just rested it there for a moment, feeling her damp warmth. She squirmed sideways across my palm and I took this as my signal to continue. I pressed my palm in gently and started a circular rocking motion at first. Her lips were very full and fleshy and filled my palm. She slid her knees slightly wider on the sheets and sank down onto my hand firmer. I could feel her lips spread and her wetness transfer onto my palm. I pressed in and rubbed her in a wider circle, feeling her lips. Whimpering became moaning, her quim squelching loudly as Charles repeatedly stretched her velvet love-cave.Then moaning became screaming, as Mrs Bennet lost control and came in a rolling tidal surge of a monster orgasm. That was enough to trigger her gigolo, and he shuddered as he spilled his seed into yet another quim.Then after the customary snuggle and whispering of sweet nothings, he was off, though the tradesman’s entrance of course, with the usual six hundred dollars in the pocket of his.