I guess I was still having a bit of resentment from this whole thing that my husband dragged me into, so I thought I punish him a little by denying hi... his treat, me. But to be honest, I was very horny from fucking myself with my sex toy and I really wanted my husband’s cock. So I didn’t feel too good about denying my husband.For the next three nights, we did the same for my father-in-law, but I just had different bodysuits on for a change of taste. My father-in-law was really showing a. "I thought you loved sleeping with me. What does Susan give you that I don't?" Linda snuggled up to him. "Well," she said sheepishly. "I like her soft, smooth skin and the feeling of our nighties as we snuggle." James was silent for a few moments as he idly stroked Linda through her nightie. "Well, my skin isn't too rough and you have your nightie on..." he whined in response. Linda sat up and looked at him with a devilish grin upon her face. "I have an idea," she giggled. "Come with me,". That I see myself. Controlling where I look. What I see.Her hand drops away and I feel a tug on my collar. We walk to the table. A nice, black lacquer table. She leads me right to it, legs touching the edge. Handcuffs and the keys are laying there, soft silver in the dim light.She snaps her fingers. My arms move slowly behind me, my wrists cross each other. I feel an icy coldness. The handcuffs. I listen to the clicking as it closes around my wrists. I look at the keys, watching them. “Mom ... you need to eat. All of us do. Since it’s the Sabbath ... let’s just ... call for some delivery. That shouldn’t take so long. And in case you wondered, yes, this is ... rapidly turning into a sort of sleepover, I guess,” I encouraged Mom while giving her a slight kiss on the cheek.Mom then grabbed my face and planted a lip lock on me, much to my shock.“Sorry, don’t read anything into that, Romeo. I just wanted to know what the girls here were getting ... what the fuss was about ....