I felt bad and tried to console her by wiping her tears and hugging her.And tried giving a kiss on her cheeks, but it turned out to be liplock. Initia...ly, Ashwini enjoyed the liplock moment for a few seconds before resisting it. I immediately said, “Sorry. I love you, Ashwini.” Ashwini slapped me and said, “I love you too, but I didn’t expect a liplock.”I was very happy, so I pulled her closer, and French kissed her this time. After a few minutes, we broke our kiss, and I started driving her. I put on my boxers and jeans and went downstairs for some breakfast, to my surprise there were 4 other people sitting at my table, it was the family from next door. “Oh Robert put on a T-shirt please we have guests” my mother said as she saw me in the doorway. “This is MR and MRS Ryan and their daughters Claire and Stacey” my mother carried on.“Please please” the farther of these two beautiful girls said, “call us Ray and Holly”. Then my mother continued “why don’t you go upstairs with Claire. I put my pillow on the floor and sat near it while I tied the rope to the rings in my ankle cuffs. I had a bit of a difficult time getting them tied because my hands were shaking from nerves, excitement and just a touch of worry. I gave the rope an experimental pull and it seemed to hold up well enough, so I lay down.I squirmed and wiggled and rolled over for what seemed to be hours, even though I know it wasn’t. I couldn’t get comfortable and was starting to wonder why I’d even agreed to. Laying there in a daze, she hadn't even noticed him come in the door. Seeing his wife masturbating made him smile, and his cock started to get hard. He dropped his pack and took off his boots, socks, and shirt, leaving him in only a beater, his pants, and boxer briefs under that. Bending over to his pack, he took out a set of white fuzzy handcuffs with three cuffs that he had picked up earlier that day, and grabbing a scarf from off of the hanger, he slid over to the sofa. Slipping the scarf.