Every move had to be carefully planned and all outcomes had to be evaluated if Gwen was going to win this game. ‘Thank God he’s gone,’ Jeremy s...id, ‘and he will not be missed.’ ‘Except by Hattie,’ replied Quinn as she laid on the lounge portion of the sectional couch. ‘Did you see her cry after he left?’ Jeremy plopped down in the chair. ‘Don’t worry, she’ll be right out the door behind him.’ ‘What?’ Gwen asked, sitting up in her seat. ‘She’s a little cry baby and I’m tired of her tears,’. Functional. Different kinds of rope. Some cotton. Some acrylic. Some jute. Immaterial materials. Her wrists bound to the table legs at one end, and long, long loops passing around and across the back of her neck, fixing her rigidly. Then, her knees tied in such a way, wide apart, that she was compelled to offer herself. Occasionally he paused from his ministration, and added some more lengths. He stood back, critically appraising his own creation, and where her body hadn’t quite bent to the. May's tits heaved heavily as she gazed lewdly at the two fuckers. Her tongue flicked out and licked over her dry lips. Her pussy ached with need.As she continued to watch, Janie's legs moved apart, exposing the pink-lipped slash of her cunt for her mother's eyes. Then, Mark's hand was there and his finger wriggled up into the open slot of the girl's pussy."Ohhhh, yesss, Daddy," Janie moaned and her hand closed tightly around his huge cock."You little bitch!" May heard her husband whisper.. The athletic blonde with the sculpted tomboy cut… Jaylee knew her from Cherry’s recent exhibit–Emily? Erica?–where the girl had checked her out brazenly over a champagne flute. Fuck. The third girl–Hispanic–had long hair splashing over one tattooed shoulder, head close-shaved and patterned in zigzags on the other side. A stranger to Jaylee, but not, she imagined, for long.‘Shame to undo such exquisite work,’ May said, tapping Jaylee’s arm and touching the finger to her tongue. ‘However.