He'd gotten one of those infamous "Dear John" letters from his high school sweetheart barely two weeks ago, something he had not even shared as yet wi...h any of his family. Still carrying her good-bye letter with him in the pocket of his Navy pea coat, he fingered it, remembering the words she'd written him as she'd told him of her love for someone else. As shocking and as painful as that had been, it was nothing in comparison to the news of his parents death, nor of his immediate worried. He kissed urgently around my cleavage, his hot tongue making me squirm. Mark came back with one hand behind his back. I was curious what he was hiding. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and fuzzy cuffs around my wrists. I had bought them, waiting for the right time to suggest using them. Apparently Mark found them and liked where I was headed. We had talked about fantasies before and he knew mine was to be dominated. He knew I was into bdsm but he always said he was too nervous to try any of. Completely at ease even though I was now twenty-four and working as a laborer with a large construction firm based nearby. I had chosen the world of work and a very good steady income upon my high school graduation rather than college and I lived at home in the apartment above our garage. Sue Ellen was a regular visitor as I helped her with her homework and any other problems she had at the moment.All this "normality" was about to wrenched asunder and the pieces thrown to the winds.I had come. Jason looked at his watch and started to get undressed. Rachel was climbing onto the bed I dropped in front of Rachel and began to eat her pussy to get her wet, Jason crawled on the bed and fed his semi-hard dick to Rachel. after just a few minutes of sucking on Rachel's clit she was wet enough to slide my hard dick into her. (I'm not hung like a horse, but my dick is about 8in and thicker than most, from what I have been told, and definitely bigger than Jason's). Rachel laid on my bed hips at.