A couple of yanks and the glove was on tightly, my hands were confined in the leather, fingers slightly bent, wrists held together by the shape of the...binder. Jason then took the straps at the top of the binder and laced then under my arms and over my shoulders, buckling them in place. So far, it was no worse than simply wearing a pair of handcuffs, which I had done many times. But I was already confined, and it felt exciting. I could feel myself beginning to get a little wet between my. ”“No, because it went perfectly.”“Perfectly? Then why?”Milena moved on top of me, crossed her arms, and rested her chin on them.“Because it felt like the best way to bring things to a close.”“But...”She put her finger on my lips.“We both knew this would eventually end, Mike. And it needed to end this way.”“I wasn’t objecting to the ending,” I replied. “Just making love when your heart belongs to Joel.”“It was the right thing to do, Mike.”“And the particular song?”“I knew it was in your folder,. He had a look on his face as if 'how dare that get in my way!' I had to giggle at this, it just seemed to encourage him. He removed all that was in his way, revealing a smooth hairless cunt. With a soft kiss on my clit he started licking, moving his tongue ring around in a cirular motion. I could do nothing but run my fingers through his dark hair and groan in pleasure. I have always known I would rather give someone pleasure than recieve it. I had to get his cock in my mouth! I slithered down. “It should say something about our world. You got that on the midterm with the objects from Kelly’s Kat House. I even got it with the bloody meat and stewpot. They were things that were relevant to where we live.”“Vases of flowers and bowls of fruit were everyday objects to classic artists. What are our everyday objects?”We started a tour through the house and snapped pictures on our cell phones of things we saw. A stack of books. My car keys. The makeup tables the girls had put in one bedroom..