It was as if her 'sense' was stiffer or something. I couldn't place my finger on it exactly and, right then, I didn't have the time to think about it....Nicole was talking.She had been born in a little village outside of Paris, France. Her mother had died during childbirth, so she had never known her. Saddened by the loss of his true love but a proud man, her Papa had refused all help from the village women and had raised Nicole by himself. He was a loving parent but refused to dote on her,. My stockings and garter belt were there along with them.The strap on and twelve inch cock was all clean and ready to give my Lucy the best fuck she ever had.. I wanted her to suck it, while I watched her hot and juicy mouth go down on it... Her silhouette was lovely and her ass was shaped like the heart of Venus.. The thought of her ass humping the air, while she was eating me out, gave me a gentle, warm squirt that ran down my trembling legs... The half hour had passed and Lucy would be. Because the hours sure stink. I hate third shift! Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, the telephone rang. Sighing, she glanced at the delicate watch on her slim wrist. As long as she kept the conversation short, she had time to answer and still make it to work on time. Hurrying to the mahogany table where the phone waited, ringing, she grabbed the handset. ‘Hello?’ ‘Sue?’ She smiled, hearing her mother’s voice. ‘Who else would be answering the phone in my house at nearly nine at night?’. After all you have told me, I'mnot sure I can trust you to stay here, so I've decided to make sureyou can't go anywhere while I'm gone." While he was talking, Billhad been busy getting his wife situated on one of the devices he hadbuilt that afternoon. It was a large wooden "X" with wrist andankle cuffs fastened at each end. He had seen it in a magazine hehad bought. It was called a St. Andrew's Cross and had manypossibilities. The victim could be easily placed on the cross whileit was it.