So whether I was better at escapes than they were or not, I knew I was better at bondage. I came to stand in front of them and looked down smiling. Th...y had the idea to kick at me, but their ankles were bound together and to the back legs of the sofa, but they couldn’t even co-ordinate a kick. They gave up, knowing they were defeated . . . I could see it in both pairs of eyes. And were there some tears streaking those pretty faces? It was time to take some pictures now. I took many. Many and. The beat of the music was seductive and sexy and made everyone think about sex.Alice began to sway back and forth, imperceptibly at first and then getting more and more in tune with the beat of the music. Alice forgot that she was an accountant and that all her friends and even her boss were watching her every move. She was no longer the conservative, church-going, naïve woman she’d been a few months earlier. No, she’d been on a campaign to loosen up and become more knowledgeable and action. I’m not a scruff, but I’m not a tie guy either. I keep clean and neat and I wear good regular clothing. OK sometimes I wear jeans and a T-shirt, but mostly I’m pretty professional. Of course, you know Lauren is always pretty, pretty in a young looking way, the way that makes guys want to be helpful. Came the day of the interview I completely forgot to get dressed up. I was clean and neat, but not all Mr. Madison Avenue if you know what I mean. Lauren got me! The day of the interview she showed. We moved our hips harder and faster. I am sure that the truck was rocking. I grunted an intense melody. Leslie’s fingers roamed around my wetness. Her fingers were tickly and the movement was random. It was different and it felt good. I wondered what she was doing. Then she rammed her middle finger in my tight ass. I thought I would lose my mind. The dick went in my pussy and her finger moved out of my ass. The dick slid out of my pussy and her finger went in my ass. The movement matched my.