Inara countered by dropping her chin and tightening her neck muscles while wrapping her legs around his midsection exerting a crushing pressure on his...internal organs with her powerful thighs. The pimps' face turned from red to purple as his grip weakened and he turned to claw at her legs. "Gotcha sucker!" Inara thought as she dropped her still bound wrists around his neck and rotated the radii until the formed an even more effective vice than her ankles had previously. This time she held it. He backed into the couch and sat down, staring straight ahead at his frosty wife. "Hi, Jerr." It was Charlie Ziff, Jerry's old friend. "She looks good, doesn't she? Better all the time. Tough to keep 'em happy, though. Take my wife. I can't figure out what she wants. But I think she likes your lady. Can you believe it? Wanna come up with an arrangement? Haha!" Loren interrupted their quiet conversation and approached with a fresh drink. "Don't let me interrupt fellas. How's it hanging, Charlie?. It took her probably 20 min to finally start to massage her breast. Seeing her touch herself with such passion gave me an instant hard on. I started rubbing it as I watched on another 20 minutes and she had set the laptop on the coffee table and was rubbing her clit as she read. In no time I could see her arching her back and closing her eyes. I'm sure she was in la la land by this time. And bam the screen went dark. She must have finished or realized what she was doing. I finished whacking off. He still looked great for his age, fit and tan from hours spent laying out by his pool. I was nervous, but just seeing him put me at ease. Soft spoken and nice, he was so different than the older boy that I was with before. As much as I needed to cum, I felt it so easy and natural to lay with him. Our naked bodies pressed against each other’s. He felt so good against me, his hands touching me. I touched him too and even made the first move, running my hand over his nice looking, soft cock and.