"Perhaps if I moved the cuffs lower down youmight be able to sit more comfortable, as I am? Yes?" He nodded, and she kissed him lightly on the cheek ...o reward him for hisresponse. "In a while perhaps, when the discomfort gets too much to bear," she toldhim. His legs trembled a little now, it was as if his mentioning the cramp hadserved to remind him of it, to make it worse, and Claire made soft cooing noisesof sympathy as she kissed his cheek, his neck. "I'll tell you what, quiet one," she. ” With that she let the bra drop, fully exposing her breasts. Of course her cleavage wasn’t as well defined as when she was wearing the bra, but it still looked good to me and I felt a stirring in my pants.“Well, now do you believe me,” she said, pulling the bra back up over her breasts. What ever came over me at that moment, I’ll never know, but whatever it was, it changed the rest of my life. I stood up and pulled her hands towards me, allowing the bra to fall to the floor at our feet. A look. I remember one Saturday night in the 1970s. I’d been out clubbing and, having started a long walk home, was vainly trying to hail a London black cab. After the umpteenth occupied one had passed me by, a mini cab drew to a halt alongside me. The driver leaned across the front passenger seat and wound down the window. ‘You looking for a cab, mate?’ I now saw his face quite clearly – he was gorgeous! ‘Yeah’ I replied. But it’s a Saturday night. They’re all full.’ ‘Where do you live?’ I told him. Then a couple more then went on for a while we no finesse at all. Someone was determined to get into my arse with their hand and was beginning to be quite successful. All this, while Mr Big Dick was hammering my face.The action was relentless I was being worked and being worked good they had been taking it in turns to use and Abuse me while I was being fucked in both my holes none stop and now they wanted to introduce a fist into the action or more particularly into my arse AND they were.