"I-I was sent in to f-ah-fetch some things." Good, this might be much more interesting in the book I was reading, so let's see this list," the blonde ...aid. "My name is Miss Casey, by the way." Then she started unbuttoning Denise's blouse.Denise flinched and pulled away. "Wait, what are you doing," she gasped."What? I bet you were just itchin' for me to dig around in your bra, but I'm not playing your game, you're playing mine." Miss Casey didn't even pause. She continued until Denise's bra was. Tammie flipped her long hair out of the way and Jim and I began the massage.Jim mimicked what I was doing since I knew what my wife liked. I took one side of her back and he took the other. We started at her neck and shoulders and worked our way down to the small of her back. Tammie was groaning as our hands kneaded her naked flesh. Jim’s hands followed mine down to the waistband of her jeans and dipped inside it, massaging the top of her bum. That action pushed her jeans and panties down just. School, sex and sleep, in that order, took up our time. We made several more trips to the mountains with the snowmobiles, we both loved them and the sex that was always involved.One weekend we decided to camp overnight in the mountains. I had the equipment so we went for it. “This is going to be a great trip! Sleeping and... more, out there in the cold night. The stars will be beautiful.” We left on a Saturday and planed to return on Sunday. We went to my favorite parking location, unloaded the. Not the white nylon smooth rope, no, this rope is the natural hewn hemp variety, thick, and unforgiving. My pussy floods itself and I go hot thinking of what is going to happen. He starts with my arms. He brings them above my head and wraps them beginning at the elbows to the wrists and finally attaches the knot to the D-ring that is in the wall above my head. Then he runs his hands over my body. He does not smile at me. His eyes are dark and passion filled. I am at his mercy and there is no.