Mounting me, you reach to tie my wrists to the leg of your desk behind the bed. With you above me like this, I can just reach up to lick at your balls...and the tip of your dick. You respond with a groan. You like it but you also don't like it. You want this to be about me. As soon as you've secured my hands, you move south, running your hands over my breasts and down my abdomen. With my hands bound and my body completely stretched, the resistance and tension I feel amplifies the softness of your. It had not been a good end of summer. First, I lost my job and struggled to find another. By the time I did, I was broke and my parents allowed me to move into my old room until I was back on my feet. Then my longtime lover decided to call it quits right after Labor Day.It left me in a serious state of depression and all I did was look for work and go home. At eighteen, I felt like a total failure. It was my boyhood friend Chuck that attempted to pull me back to the land of the living by. Hell I wouldn't miss it for the world. I could leave right that minute for County Seat. I had a place to stay, but then I had a place to stay right were I was.Message three: Sylvia this is Sam from the Old Man Toy Shop. If you are looking for something to do tonight, come on over to the warehouse. We are going to have a dinner catered by your friend Mel. and then watch the premier of the show.Well that explained where Mel was. Wilson was probably with his daughter. I hadn't seen either since I. With one last parting burst of sadistic creativity - 'accidentally' leaning on the poor receptionist'salready overused button while she collected the key to the dungeon he had booked, which entailed hershuffling as fast as her hobble-chain permitted over to the back wall, bending right over to take thekey from the long row, all positioned near the floor to make her life a little harder, particularlywith her wrists cuffed to her nipple clamps, then shuffling back again - he was off.Finally, it.