Her hands started to go lower and lower down my sides until she was running her hands down over my hips and down my thighs. I slowly started to move a...ound, I was squirming I guess you would say. I told her how great her hands felt and how much I was enjoying this. She told me she was enjoying this too and that she wished her boyfriend would work out and get his body looking like mine. She started telling me how all of her girl friends would die to be doing this and it would be hard to keep. Yes, too straight sometimes, she admitted to herself when she thought of the feminine instincts growing daily in her healthy loins. To dampen those impulses she had thrown herself with ever more energy into her studies.Her Uncle James Devereaux met her at the door when the middle-aged driver who had met her at the airport dropped her on the wide veranda of the mansion."It's so good to see you, Uncle Jim," she cried, throwing her arms around his strong neck and feeling the rasp of his afternoon. For Eves part, she just looked up at the men, her beautiful face simply glowing with pleasure, her sensual mouth with just a teasing hint of a satisfied smirk, and her dark eyes shining with lustful happiness. One of the guys thought to check out the adjoining toilet cubicle, and finding a good blob of stale cum on the floor, called Eve a dirty, fucking cum-bucket, and told her to wipe her fingers through the dollop of muck and finger fuck herself with it. Eve, completely out of control with. He noticed them the first day he brought his suitcase into the bedroom. He found wrist and ankle restraints, a blindfold, and a leather whip. He laid all of them out on the bed. Her jaw dropped when she saw them and she drew her breath in sharply, "What are you doing with those, Bill?" Lie on your belly and put your arms out." You better not hurt me!" Do as you're told, woman. Face down!"She followed his orders and he quickly had the strong restraints attached to hardware snaps on the bed.