“I’ll give you a few minutes to figure it out,” Joan said as she began to head toward the other room. “I’m off to bed; one of you can join m... there, or not, your choice.”As she watched Joan disappear into the bedroom, Carolyn was filled with conflicting emotions. Constance, her carefree alter ego, had disappeared, replaced by her more serious Hollywood persona as she weighed the possible consequences of what she might do next.Part of her cried out for her to run, to head back to the safety of. Smith.She was puzzled when Mister Smith took his cock out of her hands and started jerking it off himself, then he moaned and yelled out "Take that you white bitch!" and she felt his cum splash all over her neck and tits. The spray of hot cum seemed to go on forever. He put his cock back in her hand and she milked the last bit of cum from it onto her tits.All the while her husband watched as he licked her pussy in amazement. She was told to rub the cum into her skin, which she did making it. But enough of that for now.I’ve collected several clamps that I now want to use on my little sister. Some are from her own collection, some are from the tool-section of the garage. But, speaking of her collection ... I wonder how she got so many toys. Her allowance is not higher than mine, and some of that stuff is not cheap. So while I untie her and have her stand up straight, I ask her about it.“I got them off the internet. Mom gave us a credit card for books and stuff, and the card statement. Each ankle was tied to their thigh and their big toes were still cinched together and pulled toward their wrists. They both could thrash about but they weren't going anywhere the way they were. It only made Jeff want them that much more. But their training would have to take precedence over his short-term desires.Jeff climbed up the stairs and took a brief shower before dressing in his usual jeans and a t-shirt. Even though he really did want to enjoy their treasures again, he also needed to.