There in a box was it, a really long rope, that was originally used to separate the gym into two parts for burning ball for example. But some day it w...s replaced with one of those new elastic bands that would give way if a pupil ran into it instead of tripping and potentially hurting them. She would use this to tightly bind her body but first she had to find one other thing. Looking for another five minutes or so, she finally found something that suited her desires. Before her lay one of the. This time my son comes down and he and his father both shed their clothes. They start to feel me up and the attention does arouse me.“Okay, boy. Let’s get this done,” Tom says.I’m surprised at how fast my son is soon between my legs, tied spread open for him. My gagged screams and pleads are no use as I feel my son’s cock enter the place he was borne from. I cry uncontrollably as my son slides his cock all the way into me. He doesn’t last long and soon he is shuddering as I feel his hot cum. He opened the door and waited for Angie to come in.The door swung open and Angie started to speak, “Brad? Are you hemmmpppphhh”. He words were stopped by a rubber ball being forced between her teeth, she could feel the gag-ball being buckled around the back of her head. She felt her arms being pulled behind her and the sting of cold steel as the handcuffs were snapped on her wrists. She felt some rope around her wrists and still heard nothing, she started to panic. “This is too much, too. I beg one last time with the knowledge I will be spanked for it. "Please, don't do this."Smack!I hiss but don't utter another word. She walks away putting on her strap-on dildo and returns with a tube of lube. Small blessings, I guess. She climbs on the bed behind me and lightly strokes my punished ass. I have to admit, her caresses are soothing. Her soft fingers lightly trace the raised welts on my cheeks, and it feels good. But, all good things come to an end, and after squirting some lube on.