I got down on my knees."Put your wrists back near your ankles."I did as she asked.Instead of handcuffs, she pulled from the box, a couple of hardware...cable ties.He secured my wrists to my ankles with very little room to move.She put a pillow down in front of me.Then she pushed me over so that my face was on the pillow and my ass was open to her.As I was trying to get comfortable, she swatted my ass with something really hard.The shock and pain were a bit distressing.Then I felt her fingernail. Maybe she felt pressure about being away from the shelter too long...or maybe she was just simply ready. "It's hot in here" as she pulled the tee shirt over her head and reached around to unhook her bra."Yes it is” I took off my polo shirt and, realizing there was no reason to hold back, slid by pants off too. My hard dick appreciated the air around it, as I explored myself. I squeezed its head in such a way to make it stand open, flaming pink when you look inside.And Angie leaned forward to. I admired her, I was absolutely in awe of her mind and her accomplishments. Yet, here I was, dragging her to her knees, into the mud, making her do filthy, obscene things, and finding that it did more than appeal to me, it was addictive in every sense of the word. I had never had an experience anything like this, and I sincerely hoped it would never end.But I did not find that it felt wrong. Instead, I found that it felt – good. Right. Appropriate. As if we completed each other, as if we leaned. When I walk in Tony and Jim are watching the football, I head to the fridge and get two cans and take them into them“You get what you wanted?” Jim asks taking the can of beer and not looking away from the TV “Yes I got it, I’m just going to my room to wrap it up” I reply smiling and heading upstairs happy with myself.After wrapping the package box I head back down and make some snack bits for the men. Looking in the fridge I try to decide what to make for dinner, deciding on roast Pork I take.