A lot of the things she did, she wouldn't have done by herself for the sake of doing them. It's not like she was a slut or anything. She just indulged... in an hour of escapism every week.Within minutes, she was in the familiar situation, sitting helplessly in the middle of the varnished wooden floor. Her ankle was encased in an iron shackle that tethered her via a heavy chain to a metal loop in the middle of the floor. This week, she was wearing a sports bra that hugged her breasts tightly, and a. It made you horny to hear someone else describing our sex life and made you realized how lucky we were.As you started to get closer to an orgasm, you asked if I would fuck her to give her at least one orgasm while staying here. I laughed and told you that you could not be serious. You would never let me stick my cock in her and fuck her to orgasm. It turned me on and I could feel my cock swell even more. You also felt my cock grow and told me that you knew it was a turn on.I told you that I. She asked me if I thought she would look good on the beach or something like that and I said I thought she looked very nice in her bikini and would probably have a lot of folks looking at her.Then she asked if I wanted to look at her and I said well I am looking at you right now. This was starting to sound a little crazy but I played along. She asked me if she could come over to my side of the fence and look at my blackberries and garden and I said sure come on over. I think my cock was. “No, not really,” I answered, not mentioning the man at the shoe store.As usual, the gates opened as we approached them, and Owen drove the buggy through them and around to the back of the house near the carriage house and the stable. He and Joe moved the block of ice into the kitchen. I followed them with the bread, butter, and the package of meat. The kitchen door had opened to admit them by itself. Once everything was in the ice box, the men attended to parking the buggy in the carriage.