I think I blushed. Guilty conscience. I asked where the rope was and he said he'd show me. He showed me a row where they had all different kinds of...clothesline, both cotton and polyester, sisal rope, tent rope, rope for kids' jungle gyms, etc. I figured we didn't want anything too thick, because it would be hard to tie knots in, but not too thin either, because it would be too hard to untie the knots. I ran the different fibres across the inside of my wrist, the most delicate skin that was. It wasn't bad tasting, just a little bit salty and slimy I thought to myself. When he had finished cumming James climbed down off the bed and my wife came over to remove the handcuffs. He began putting his shirt back on but I said, "wait there's one more thing." "What is it?" he asked."I want to deep throat you." Joline couldn't believe her ears. "My, you are a dirty little slut aren't you? How do you feel?" "I feel . . . I feel like a bitch in heat, like a cum thirsty whore," I replied,. . The kind that she wore last Sunday. Put it on and text when done.'Once again, I did as they asked and sent the required text.The next one read:'Admire your outfit in the mirror and wait....'I didn't know what to think but I did look at myself. I thought that I looked rediculous but I was a little excited. I think becuase I remembered HER wearing the sheer top and how sexy she looked. Just then I heard her voice and it startled me. She was almost yelling."What the hell are you doing?" She. It gave me time to figure things out. Where him and mom stashed their money. When they had the most. Stuff like that.“Blew the landlord to get a cheap little apartment. Something the cunt also taught me. Fucked the landlord when I started bringing johns. Both so he wouldn’t call the flic, you know?“Then I guess I lucked out. One of the johns got me a nicer apartment. I have regulars now. Guilt I guess. He said I was his niece. It had a back door I found out about so I could sneak in my johns. I.