"Do they hurt?" Laura murmured.Marie shook her head slowly. "They feel wonderful. They feel ready."Here, Laura realized, came the hard part. She enjoy...d the tying. She would probably not enjoy the hurting, and if she did a little, she would hate herself for enjoying it. Still, Marie's two imprisoned globes were about as beautiful as anything ever got, all round and swollen and shiny, the skin taut, Marie's nipples bursting and hard. Laura raised her hands to them and cupped them, feeling. “Can you warn Mum I probably won’t be home until dinner?” I said as I got up to leave.“Sure, son. Have a good time.” Then he winked at me.I grabbed a jacket and my laptop and fled. At least he hadn’t brought up the subject of the video and the FBI interest.The Antonovs aren’t mega-rich but they’re a lot better off than comfortable. Mr Antonov is a high-powered safety engineer and travels all over the country. I never knew when he’d be at home but, unusually, he seems to be there more during the. All the girls had known he was married. It had been the bane of their fantasies, back when she went to school at Harper High. His age hadn't dissuaded them from fantasizing about him, but it was a little difficult to pretend you could compete with a wife. Cee Cee had simply constructed a hazy fantasy in which the wife never seemed to be around.A slight smile of reminiscence came to her lips as she remembered wondering what it would be like to be in his arms with his luscious, smiling lips. The cold water certainly helped. When I was ready I sauntered back in to the main room with all the studied casualness I could muster. At least she was dressed again now. ‘Hey!’ she greeted me, ‘I’m not really all that tired. Do you want to stay and watch some TV or something? I still need you too tuck me in to bed later.’ I glanced at my watch, it was getting on towards 2AM. Could I gracefully refuse? The evening really had seemed to have energised her, I guessed that being out on her own at.