.when I got older and I remember you said “If you want, I don’t see why not”. And I always have.I’m the little brother that would sneak into y...our room at night while you were asleep and take Polaroid photos of you sleeping topless in just your panties, displaying your perky little titties. Then I would sell my photos to my friends and your boyfriends. You got so pissed and screamed at me and punched me in the stomach when your boyfriend showed you a photo I sold him. But you didn’t seem to care. She is beautifully crafted by god and is stunning to a level that your tongue would touch the floor in the desire.During our meeting, I was fully engrossed in admiring her while only a percent of my brain was listening to what she was saying. She is 5 feet 5 inch lady with black hair, dreamy eyes and luscious lips, which I was craving for. My eyes feasted on cleavage of her perfect round boobs encaged in her clothing. Her thin waist which was followed by the best ass one man could ever dream. Your intercom buzzed."Ms. Withers. You have Mark Waters from Johnson and Fife on line 2." Markie chirped.I pulled away from you."Don't stop now!" you ordered. "Eat me."I went back to work and you pressed the intercom button on your phone."Thank you, Markie."You were on the phone for about 15 minutes while I ate your pussy. Sometimes you would cover the receiver while you took a few breaths to regain your composure. When the call was finished you grabbed me, pulled me up and kissed me. So my elbows and knees were resting on the wood and my stomach was supported by the cushioned bar. He quickly folded the 2 hinged cuffs over my wrists and placed a padlock through each hole that had met by the cuffs securing my wrists. The same procedure happened with my ankles. Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a.