I keep fit through hard work. My long suffering wife Julie, is eight years my junior and has a lovely curvy figure with a great pair of breasts. We’...e been married some 20 years and we’ve got used to vanilla sex. Don’t get me wrong, I LIKE VANILLA but sometimes I would like a curry! I’m stretched out on our bed naked, bound hand and foot. The sun streaming through the picture windows in our bungalow. 5 minutes ago Julie called me in to the kitchen. “You said something about trying. I was their white party slut." Her eyes were wet. "You need to know what I did. Beatrice saw me doing it, but she didn't understand -- not until last night. Now she does, because it has happened." She just sat there for a while, clearly wrapped up in the aftermath of her choice, then gathered herself. "It seems like maybe you understand. From what I'm hearing, you did good things last night. But there are guys who can't do what is necessary, even if they DO understand -- they've been brought up. I lay on my bed totally depressed.What good was this ability if I couldn't use it to my advantage? I no longer wanted to be the downtrodden and the picked on. My ability should be the gateway to getting everything I wanted.Okay, get real. It was one setback. I shouldn't expect every plan to work. I would video Brianna masturbating and threaten to show it to the whole school. That would make her cooperative.I ate something before grabbing my camera and backpack. I turned invisible and headed to. As she went inside the kitchen I stood up and started to smell her bra and panty which was hanging on the rope. She came out after 2 3 mins again we sipped I asked her you don’t feel lonesome in the house alone no one there.She said I do I m trying to make few friends see now you are my new friend.We smiled again she was taking good care of me making me feel warm she was kind of interested in me I was getting a little boner talking to her I just praised her again that you look very beautiful.