...”“Mistress.” She corrected me.“Mistress, I'm just not sure about those....” Aww what the hell, I thought. Let's go for it. “Yes, Mistre...s.” They were fuzzy handcuffs at least, and not uncomfortable really. She used four of them, so I was sort of drawn and quartered spread eagle on the bed. She attached them slowly, and I watched her body with hungry lust as she moved around the bed, tightening the clasps until I was completely immobile.The anticipation was almost unbearable. The excitement. And I’ll help if you tell me what to do. Mildred -- Harriet for that matter -- is still dealing with the remains of the reception.”Bridget didn’t have another choice. Her mother had helped her on with the wedding dress, but she wasn’t here. She wouldn’t be here. Bridget couldn’t imagine asking Mrs. Powell for help, even if she had gotten home yet. It would have to be Jim. She turned her back and described the string of clasps behind her back. Jim figured out the laces of the corset himself. She. But we were both imagining leaving it open... “Next year, we go further.”“Yes.“December had been over for almost a month, but we were still talking about it.We’d only spent three days with my parents - with Justin - but we’d made them count.On the first night, as planned, we’d stripped down to our underwear. Not our new, Justin-bought lingerie; some old stuff. Stuff that wouldn’t make anyone suspicious.After all, this was just for fun. We didn’t want to permanently affect my relationship with. Watching him wank for me was such a turn on I exploded, feeling wave after wave of pleasure flow through my body as I came, when I had regained some form of composure he told me to watch as he wanked his cock for me. He started to cum, shooting white gooey sticky yummy cum on the floor between my feet, when he finally stopped I told him to stand up and move closer. I lent forward and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock tasting him and cleaning away any excess cum that had dribbled down his.