Karen positioned my arms behind my back and locked them into place. I hadn't expected leather cuffs to be as restraining as the metal ones had been, b...t I couldn't remove them. Mistress Lynn locked similar cuffs to my ankles; I couldn't move my feet more than an inch apart. She then proceeded to tie some rope around my legs, and when she was done with the rope, I couldn't budge my legs. I could still wiggle my torso and ass, though.The next step in my bondage was a black leather collar that. I dashed out of there while dad was telling me how worthless I was becoming, nice and dramatic. I wish I had at least packed some threads.And so, I was sitting in my best friend's bedroom, wearing his clothes, and staring at his door which had a poster of a busty red head in a skimpy bikini, beads of water running along her pale flesh. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she looked oddly familiar...."Where the hell is he?" I muttered to myself. Zander had gone to "take a quick shower" almost an. I can feel your hand wanting to massage it. Go ahead. I promise it will feel good to both me and you.” Angie said as she looked up into Sara’s eyes. She had to look up since Sara was slightly taller than her.Slowly, Sara began to massage Angie’s breast. Angie was right. It did feel good to her and she obviously saw how it felt to Angie, not to mention the feeling on the palm of her hand. Sara began to feel Angie’s puffy nipple get hard, and the first thought that Sara had was that a puffy one. . Well there's more ways than money! And kept quiet, she giggled and said oh yes of course. Also, I said, if you look around there is only one very large double bed here, she giggled again and said she understood, then said, I could do the cooking, but I rejected that and said I like my first idea best, we both laughed and very soon we came to a motorway service area and filled up with diesel then parked up for a cuppa and sandwich, I was doing the tea when she came behind me and as I turned.