Frank passed me the oil. I took the time to admire Pam’s body. She was a tall, slim woman, with strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, pleasant face and ...ide smile, her breasts were small, but her nipples were long and stood out proud from their pink areolae. Her pubic hair matched her head in colour, thick and curly on her belly, sparse and wispy over the pink slit of her gash. Pam sighed as I massaged oil over her chest and breasts. I looked across at Frank and Lisa as I heard him say. Somehow peace was settling into me as the hurt subsided.If you want to call it luck that I was totally single and hurting again when I got Lindie back, so be it. I just know, it ... she ... was the best thing that had ever happened in my life.I'd also given up a few more things June had bought for the apartment, especially the bedding. You see, the Comforter, matching bed skirt, oversized pillow shams and two sets of sheets, complimented the black and yellow patterns on the drapes. Garden of. "None of that," she snapped, "just get your clothes off." I did as I was told, quickly stripping down to my shorts before removing them too. I made sure my shoes and socks came off first though. I hate standing there in my socks and nothing else. It makes me think of a bad porn film. She leaned back on the bed, and looked at me."Not bad," she said, "Turn around." I turned. "All the way around." By now my erection was sagging a bit under this rather severe gaze. She pointed, "wake it up a bit.". "You'd better stop struggling or I'm gonna have to tie you up," I tease. She continues struggling as I shift my weight up a little higher and hold both her wrists with one hand. As she focuses on trying to break the grip of my one hand I reach over and grab the cord that I had stashed earlier. "What was that!? Do you have handcuffs back there?" she questions as she attempts to turn around and see behind her, still unable to move. "Not exactly." I chuckle as I wrap it around her wrist, but not.