This was going to be the easiest 3k I ever made. But Wilson stayed up, ducking out of O'Leary's barrage. O'Leary jumped back before Wilson even had ti...e to react. A thin trail of blood traced down Wilson's face but he seemed unphased. Wilson walked forward, slow and steady and O'Leary leapt forward to meet him. But this time Wilson was prepared. He deflected everything O'Leary threw at him all the while strode on, like a vengeful glacier. O'Leary darted this way and that, hammering Wilson at. “Yes sir, we’re good friends.”“Just friends?”Silence.That had caught me off guard.“Uh, wh-what…”“Do you like each other?”My stomach flipped and rolled like a lost boat in the sea.“Y-yeah… Yes sir.”“Meaning?...” He still was staring at the wall.I ground my teeth. He must have some idea about us, if he was probing this far…“We… Ryan and I are g-ga…”He sighed and moved to sit on the back of the couch. “Yeah. I know.”The man’s voice suddenly seemed a thousand miles away.Those three insignificant. I kissed him again to show how much I loved him and loved the freedom he allowed me. I knew how lucky I was that he had always loved seeing my titties squeezed and seeing me be an exhibitionist. I also loved how he had started sharing me with his friends early in our marriage. Letting him see me put on a show with public nudity and especially getting felt up was how I paid him for letting me fuck around. Pretty good deal as far as I was concerned. There was no one in the parking lot as I walked. He must have felt the goose bumps, must have known she was getting a bit cold. Then, she could feel his hot breath on the back of her shoulder, as He leaned down to kiss the base of her neck, and the goose bumps were forgotten.His hands slid down her arms and grasped her wrists, pulling them behind her. Holding both of her wrists in one strong hand, she could feel Him reach for something. Then, He was wrapping a soft rope around them, tying her wrists together, then her elbows. Her arms tied.