She wore only a shirt with no bra, and underwear. It couldn't have been better. I opened my bag of goodies and pulled out the rope, and the collar and...leash. Carefully, hoping not to wake her, I slipped the collar around her neck and snapped it closed, then clipped the leash to the collar. I slowly pulled her shirt off. I then pushed her onto her stomach, preparing to tie her hands behind her when he jerked awake. I threw all my weight on her and slapped my hand on her mouth. "Shhh..." I. I know, corny, but you laughed anyway. With you lying on your tummy I started on your feet, working my way up your calves, to your thighs. When I was done your legs I pulled the sides of your bikini bottoms tightly together, simulating a thong. I was so successful that not only did it barely cover the crack of your ass, but it neatly split your cunt, with one lip exposed to me on either side of the already scanty material. I then lovingly applied yet more sunscreen to you delectable ass,. He felt his cock swelling inside his pants and fought the urge to stroke it. After seeing that everything looked fine he walked into the kitchen to prepare the wine. He then walked back into the living room, and set the chilled glasses and wine on the table next to the rug. Following that he turned around and slid a Michael Bolton CD into the music console. It was the kind of music he called, “Fucking Music.” Natasha soon emerged wearing a thick flannel. She could see in his face that it was. It felt odd in many ways - a lingering residue of his old hang-ups; but Jason enjoyed it nonetheless. Maybe he could give her some directions though.“I don’t think she needs her clothes if she’s going to stay - do you?” He said to his mother carefully, swallowing a little. Regardless of whatever had happened so far, he was breaking new ground here. He was telling his mother that her younger sister should take her clothes off.“You’re right of course.” Helen said warmly to him. “Sarah, why don’t.