“So darling was there something you wanted to ask Aunty Honey?”“Err no” I managed to blurt out but my mind was straying again onto her gorgeou... nylonned legs and heels. She smiled to reassure me and I noticed how pretty she was, perfect makeup and high cheek bones, scarlet lipstick framing perfect lips, which parted and smiled again. I felt my little cock stir.Did I tell you? I have a tiny cock. It’s haunted me all my life. Sports changing rooms at school, gents toilets where I have to turn. You kiss me, tell me to get dressed, Lia should be here any minute. As if on cue, there is someone knocking on the door. I quickly through on a bra, a tee shirt, and a short denim skirt. You answer the door, and your jaw drops. Lia is wearing a short denim skirt, thigh high boots, and a teeny and tight tee shirt. She is clearly wearing no bra, you can see her hardenend nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She hands you as 12 pack that she brought with her, you put it in the fridge as. He moans into the duct tape gag as she increases the pressure, the volume increasing as she lifts his hips off the bed with the force alone, smirking as she lowers him again and climbs on top of him. "I believe I have your attention?" Mmm!" he agrees through the duct tape gag, nodding frantically."I am going to unchain you from the bed now. If you try anything," she yanks the chain roughly, his manhood feeling like it's about to be ripped off. "Understood?"He nods back frantically again and she. Sara is rubbing my cock through my pants, which is as hard as iron. I bent to her ear and whisper. “You’re getting it when we get home.” Sara looks at me not having got it yet. So I whisper. “What you’re rubbing.” Sara eyes light up, our lips meet in a soft kiss. There a lot of giggles coming from the far side of the table, causing us to break the kiss. I look over at the twins they’re all smiles at us, but one of them has their foot on my leg under the table. The food is eaten, I call for the.