His macho reflex stepped in. "Iain't afraid of no drink, old man! Bring it on. But only one. I haven'tgot all day!" Oh no, I assure you, this drink wi...ll be quite... refreshing, I promiseyou." The old man said with an almost mischievous smile.They both stepped out to the back of the store. Beyond the curtain,Jack saw stairwells that led to nowhere, old dust covered books, whatlooked to be torture devices from medieval times, a seven foot tallmirror, boxes upon boxes of store materials and two. I had the rope all the way up to my armpits and still had about three feet of rope left but could barley move enough to do much more.I finished my binding by running the rope through the d ring on the collar and around the column three times before tying it off. I tried to move around testing my work. The only thing I could move was my arms the rest of my body was tightly bound to the column. I put my arms behind me and pretended like they were tied. I tried to wiggle around as if I was trying. I couldn’t remember a damned thing. I picked up the bra and looked at it. The little tag sewn into the sidepiece in the back told me that the size was 38DD and that pretty much told me whose bra it was. Mary Ellen McPhearson was the only one at the party with a rack like that, but that made no sense at all. Mary Ellen and Todd had only been married a week, there was no way on God’s green Earth that Mary Ellen would have been in bed with me. Hell, Todd was so proud of her he was never more than. I figured if she was going to expose that much the least I could do was respond in kind.Wearing only a pair of boxer shorts I re-entered the family room and slowly walked if front of her on my way to my favorite chair. I was already half hard and seeing the huge expanse of her exposed cleavage only helped to expand the swelling of my cock. From the corner of my eye I saw her watching me as I passed between her and the TV. She obviously was eyeing my growing hard-on and I was pleased."This.