You're perfect. Oh my god I can't believe you're letting me touch you. Oh my god this really fucking happening." I smile. I am genuinely turned on. "W...uld you like to do more than just touch me? "YES." "Yes?" "Please." "Tell me what you want." He meets my gaze for a flash. "I want to lick on them," he blushes, but is now moving his hands to my ribs just below my breasts. He stares at my breasts differently, as if they are meat and he, a starving dog. "Can I?" "Yes, Allen. It's time you tasted. She went over to his desk and pulled out one of the wooden-seated chairs and strapped the thing to the seat. She walked over and started to free him from the table. He started to speak, but it was clear what her intentions were and he just let it go. What was there to say really. She untied his legs and the rope around his neck and lead him over to the chair. Kneeling down she tied an ankle to each leg, and with a giggle, took his cock into her mouth, working the tip with her tongue for a. Rod was flourishing enjoying Betty's calm nature and although he missed and worried about Suzie, felt deeply for her and Jean, and wondered when the bubble was going to burst.It burst around 3.00am the next morning after he and Jean three hours ago had enjoyed each other again in casual unhurried fashion, when he suddenly thought, "how in the name of Christ did Suzie know that the two guys the two agencies had been seeking had been killed and had advised him within two minutes of their. “So sorry, Sally. I guess I didn’t see you,” Rick replied as he felt chills from Sally's brief touch.“You look great, so nice to see you out and about,” Sally commented. “Oh, I am so sorry. Rick, this is Phil. Phil, this is Rick, my ex-husband."A brief awkward conversation ensued until Phil politely excused himself saying they must have a bit of catching up to do. Once Phil left, Rick complimented Sally on her outfit.“Thanks, it is new. I needed new clothes after I lost 20 pounds. I am almost.