As he watched the videos, Brandon’s penis swelled, turning bright pink, but encountered the tight transparent plastic tubing and simply could no lon...er grow. A tiny amount of pre-cum dripped from his dark cock-head but without providing any satisfaction. Artemesia, meanwhile, was extra sweet, rubbing her bare breasts against his naked back, caressing him all over, and whispering in his ear, “Brandon, in only a few days, the cuckold in you is going to emerge. Won’t it be lovely to see Alana’s. "want another coffee",she asked,and there was that smile again.I plopped myself onto the sofa opposite her and put my legs up."Nah",I answered.trying to sound macho and manly.We chatted for a while and my eyes were drawn to her legs.I could see right up to her panties,they were blue and I could feel something happening that I would never have expected were Heather was cvoncerned.I was beginning to get a fucking hard on.As if she knew or could tell she parted her legs just a touch more to give. He doesn't speak. I try to fry myself from the very effective vice around my wrists. Damn, he is strong. He merely turns me toward the wall and presses me roughly against it. Still immobilized, the kick with one of my feet was of no effect either.He spreads my legs and with one of his hands he keeps me pressed to the wall. I feel something slide around my wrists with a click. Cuffs. Now the fear comes. First attempt to scream ends in a soft squeak. Just when I open my mouth to scream in earnest. The car was brand new, and the driver was quite young. Say maybe eighteen or nineteen to my twenty-three. He was a good looking young fellow, a bit smaller than I. That of course was unimportant.“Would you like to go to my parents house for a while?” He asked.“Ah, not really.” I had immediate visions of irate parents intervening on some act we were performing.“Don’t worry, I have my own apartment, its totally private.”“Well in that case okay.” What the heck it couldn’t hurt to look.He had.