This was life with no limits. The pursuit of which he thought he’d always embraced.“Don’t worry, Big Boy. I know what you like.”Now, she laugh...d. He laughed too, a little bit, and picked up the handcuffs, deciding to take the risk.“Okay. But next time, you’re the one wearing these.”“Of course. I’d love to. But you know that already.” Her brown lips, winked into a quick smile then she was up and heading for the bedroom, handcuffs and blindfold swinging by her hip. As he watched her little ass. Robertson (I've changed it for this story) but I was about to learn a lot more about him.He told me that he needed to check out the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom because he was going to install some new ones for us as he wanted to spruce the place up a little before it got too badly out of condition. He followed me through to the kitchen and I watched him with his tape measure and he didn't seem to try and hide his increasingly long and obvious glances at my tits. He soon finished and went. I came out to my folks when I was 17, told them I was gay. Problem was, they were staunch Baptists and couldn?t quite comprehend. Unfortunately, they?re solution to the problem was to disown me entirely - I ceased to exist for them. But only after my father raped me, to show me what I was supposed to enjoy.? She sighed again. Tracy was horrified. ?That?s horrible!? she cried, youth preventing her from voicing her feeling adequately. ?Oh god, Michelle, I?m so sorry that that happened to somebody. It was quite dark on the stairs and corridors, and it felt erotic. I could hear a girl giggling in the bedroom at the end of the corridor, and in the room next to ours it sounded as if there was some serious sex just reaching it's climax - and those sounds of her in ecstasy, and the bed creaking made me lose any inhibitions I'd had about coming to such a place. It made me want to enjoy the pleasures of having his cock inside me again. It reminded me that I was here to have sex and enjoy sex..