It was late when I got there and both of them were already dressed for bed. Well, the mom was only wearing a short robe, and when she opened the door,...I saw her titties and her pussy. I knew by the way it happened, she planned it that way. Then, when I went upstairs to see her daughter, that young girl welcomed me into her bedroom, naked. Though I’m not that experienced with women, I could tell, both of them wanted to give me some pussy. Without naming names, and going into lurid details until. I soon confided in her that my relationship was crumbling. Christina listened, offered advice, and as many hugs as I wanted. Soon we would end each work day with an embrace. I would breathe in her perfume and found myself intoxicated. She felt wonderful in my arms. It didn't take long for the embraces to last longer than a standard "friend hug." Soon Christina added a kiss on the cheek. This is where I guess I tell you I tried to resist. I like to believe I did, but I'm not sure that's true. On. I asked if they used it. The answer was yes, for the entire time other than this last part with them. I had no idea what to say. He told me that he would send me a copy if I gave him my email address. Again I had no idea what to say I was in shock. I said, “delete it”, they just laughed. I didn’t know what to think, or what to do or even say. I did get a copy of the video and watch from time to time. My husband does not know about it, but I secretly wish I could show it to him. What a night!!A. Urging him with big eyes to hurry on.By the time Fitz reached her, he was exhausted and hurt. The leatherstraps - while wide in themselves - had dug into his skin. Rubbed itraw. He was sure it would leave quite a few bruises. But only if hesucceeded. A lipstick couldn't bruise after all.Now came the hardest part. The other captive in the body of Maritza wasstrapped down tight. Thankfully her hands were free, but her arms pinnedagainst the chair's armrests. Fitz would have to try righting.