She would begin to respond in fashion, her hips rocking up and down to meet the varied thrusts, mewing as the cocks were sliding in and out of her. Sh...e had more orgasms now, as well. She only squealed and fought when the men wanted to kiss her, and she tried to shake that off, not that she succeeded. Every one of them had sampled her mouth, some more lewdly than others. But one man kissed her with impunity. The old man. Whether it was his technique, or his heart, or something else, she didn’t. ”“We really have to get started on a place to live,” Jas said. “I’ve been looking through housing ads and it’s expensive. I found a five-bedroom five-bath townhome for just a thousand a month. Turned out they expected to rent each bedroom for a thousand a month. What a rip!”“Geez. If we don’t find something soon, we’ll be moving into that box under the bridge sooner than we thought,” I said.“Mom already told me I could move home,” Jas said. “Um ... Charmaine, I know home’s never been all that. If I could get it down, even just a bit more, then maybe the next man could hear me. But movement was very hard the way I was tied up.I was completely naked. My arms were bound behind my back, handcuffed together at my wrists and elbows. This had the effect of arching my back and pushing my breasts out.I squirmed to get my knee against the window crank and push. I managed a little nudge, but the window dropped only about an inch. I tried again, but with my legs bent at the knee, tying my thighs. After a party I attended with my wife, she talked me into going as a ballerina. She had said that this would be especially funny since I weigh over two hundred pounds. It turned out to be a rather dull evening all in all. I did win an Ouija board as door prize. We ended up leaving the party around ten o'clock. We also had a mild argument on our way home, because she said that I was being a dud at the party. I just didn't think it was much fun. We ended up silently changing into our street.