Then power cut, in a hot noon. She was again feeding the k** before she could sleep. She also asked me to hold her still so she won’t run. She bent ...own, OH MY GOD, what a wonderful sight. He boobs were playing like a pendulum. I wanted to have an opportunity to touch it without knowledge. But still I was under control. By the time she ate we both became tired. I was sweaty all over. I just stood up and put the girl to sleep. I again went to the hall, standing gasping for breath. My bhabi. I stayed in my car for quite awhile, I think. I just couldn't get my head around what I had just witnessed. Slowly my common sense took control and I began to think more rationally. Of course, I muttered to myself. I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. What I had seen was perfectly innocent, probably just a friendly buss as a thank you for something. I remember shaking my head, feeling embarrassed. I felt so silly - then I started to feel better.I figured that I had better not mention. "What the hell are you on about?" I snapped back. I looked down my body and saw that my arms and legs were bound at regular intervals with duct tape, as well as my cock and balls being tied up, making my ball bulge and my cock stand erect. As soon as I saw it, I became aware of the discomfort that it was causing. "Get this crap off me now!" I demanded.Suddenly the second figure stepped forward, and equally curvy lady with long brown hair in a ponytail that d****d forward over her left shoulder. "We'll find an inn," Beall said."Ha," said Robert Peter. "Don't try Slater's, and I wouldn't send a pig's mother to any of the other places. Come, you'll stay here. I've plenty of room."And so we did and ate a small meal, used the fancy House of Necessity in the back garden and slept in a soft bed under fluffy quilts on the third floor and woke to hot water in big jugs and a breakfast fit for a hungry dock hand or a starving mill worker. We had beer and coffee and tea and hot milk and biscuits.