Daniel Cuvee Cabernet Sauvignon.” Jimmy said. “With sex for dessert!”“I did see you blush a bit red when I walked in the door just now. Did my...presence make you hornier as I walked in? I will admit that seeing your naked tits on display for everyone is making me more horny!” Jimmy said.“I feel like everybody is staring at my boobs! I feel like they all think I’m a slut!” she said.“Well, you are a slut, for me, aren’t you?” asked Jimmy.“Please don’t make me say it right now! Please don’t!” Emma. He pulled her up off the desk by her bound wrists and sat her on the desk. She was wobbly and could barely keep herself upright. The sudden jarring motion caused the weights attached to her nipples to bounce and clank against one another, which caused her to yelp in pain. “Do you want to go home, Ashleigh?” Mr. Sanders asked kindly. She merely nodded.“Well, I will let you go AFTER you fuck me on the floor. But this time I am not the one fucking you – you will be the one fucking me.” Mr. Sanders. This time, my mom used her hand to lower my dick as it was poking her, and then she hugged me. I completely did not expect that.As soon as she touched my dick, it grew bigger and poked her more to which she laughed. I laughed too (how much of a prankster I am, you can imagine).She said, “Okay, you can do whatever you want. I won’t say anything.”Did this mean she was asking me to step up? I wasn’t sure. I did not want to take the wrong step, because as much as I wanted to fuck her brains out,. She loved it and smiled the whole time, I was happy that she was happy, but I hoped that it would end soon. She wasn’t done with me. She took me back to the rack and had me lay on the floor, and then she tied my hands to the bottom of the rack. She moved the bar up higher into the rack then tied my legs to the bar as wide as she could spread them, with a resistance band she crossed my waist and down to the bottom of the rack. My body was pulled in two directions in the shape of a U. I was.