? The bound blonde felt the knot being untied behind her head the Marx unwound it from holding in the cloth. Not-to-gently, Marx then pulled the ...lack cloth from out of Erika?s mouth. ?It?s at home,? Erika gasped, ?Untie me and I will take you there to get it.? Erika hardly got the words out before Marx shoved the cloth back into Erika?s mouth and retied the rope hold it in there, this time tighter than before. The nylon rope felt as if it was cutting into the sides of her mouth. . It's interesting that I totally agreed with their assessment of "men" when I got there. Their reasons for feeling the way they did were firmly cemented the longer I stayed.Don't get me wrong, I'm still a guy with all of those failings, but to me women should be appreciated and loved, not viewed as a slab of meat. But my brain was rewired by 4 caring, loving, patient women.You have to understand first off that the male brain is not wired the same as a female brain.Oh really? What gives you the. “If I am rude than I wear them on my tits and clit. Now if you will excuse me, if I am slow returning with them, she said she’d make me wear a fourth clothespin!” I explained.Vicky asked where that fourth one would be placed. It was as if she was trying to stall me to get me in trouble.“I don’t know, Miss Vicky, I guess on my butthole?” I answered plainly.Vicky feigned shock at my vulgar language and said that proper ladies don’t speak that way.“If she was a proper lady, she wouldn’t be outside. Taking one hand away from my breast, I ran my hand through my hair and down my neck, gently grazing behind my ear, then down my body past my belly button stopping at the dip at the top of my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips. My legs had spread of their own accord, the breeze now gently kissing the lips of my pussy. My hand teasing the inside of my legs not quite reaching the points where I knew I needed to be touched. I pulled harder on my nipples and squeezed them, feeling the pressure run.