But soon enough, the ninety-minute trek allowed for an already suspicious Mike to have his thoughts run wild in his head..."Why was she up so early? W...ere was she going?" The bedroom didn't smell like sex, you're crazy!" Why was she in lingerie, in the middle of the day?" When was the last time we even had sex?" Suddenly, Mike jumped two of the lanes on the highway to the nearest exit and headed home. His mind now a prisoner to thoughts of his potential cheating significant other, his palms. She knew now that she was going to be tortured. She tried to ready herself for her ordeal. Chien came over and pulled her arms behind her and tied them together at the elbows. They re-tied her wrists and put wooden shackles on her ankles. They slid a two-inch thick bamboo rod through the shackles. They then looped a rope around the rod, over her shoulders, pulling her head pitilessly down between her knees. Hao pushed down on her shoulders as Chien pulled the rope tight. They tied it off and. As her nervousness gave way to pleasure, I could sense her tension easing. Confident that she was ready for more, I pressed ever so lightly against her rosebud. Holding steady there against her body’s involuntary resistance, I waited patiently before easing forward just slightly more. Amy pushed back cautiously, controlling the growing pressure herself until I felt a sudden jolt of progress when the head of my cock slipped inside her. Amy twitched, startled by the initial sensation of this. And the way she walked. Her large hips would sway back and forth and her nice round butt would wiggle as she took each step. But it wasn't the actual walk itself. It was what she walked on. Nothing. You see Darryl had the biggest foot fetish and whenever Liz was near him she would take off her shoes. It drove Darryl WILD. And Liz knew it. Every time he was with her he tried and tried to move things a little farther but to no avail. She just didn't want to have sex till they were married and she.