For a moment, I panicked; I wondered if he would even come back, hoping he wouldn’t leave me in the state I was. But, I calmed myself and realized h... would never do that to me. I lay there, tied up, naked, lost in my thoughts, guessing his plans for me. Soon, I heard him coming back into the room. There was another sound as well, a faint clinking. I couldn’t guess what he had brought. I felt him near me and then a fraction of his weight on me. Suddenly his mouth was on my breasts, lightly. One day, our Sweetheart asked me to lend me some money. Now, I am a product of my environment. My grandfather once said: "Never trust anyone around your money." So, when she asked me this:"Chad, can I borrow a few dollars?"I said, "For what?" exasperatedly."I'm going to Jack later, silly!" she said. (Short for Jack In The Box)I reluctantly looked in my semi-empty wallet and lent her the money."You have two days to bring me back my money," I said in my serious voice."Relax. You think you're a. I stayed dead still until I could figure out how to extract myself from this situation without waking Sarah. I was telling myself that as soon as I was out of bed I would go and have a wank to sort this out. I began to remove my hand that was resting on her belly. As soon as I moved though she grabbed it with her own and raised it to her chest between her breasts. Oh crap I’m trapped. She gave a happy little moan and moved her hips. My cock slid deeper into her ass crack. Oh fuck. I was. That’s where my wife was that day, so I decided to go to the luncheon stag. Being on my own was my chance to get closer to some folks in our new fellowship. When my wife was with me I never got to say too much.Seriously, though, I was looking forward to the luncheon. My wife and I wanted to focus on building relationships with more folks our age, and there were a lot of nice people there amongst the crowd of about 70 seniors. We had only attended the church for a few weeks, so we didn’t know.