Marie's parents were taking the kids to give Mommy and Daddy some alone time. Needless to say, neither Devon nor I were agreeable. Phoenix planted me ...on her side by saying something about the two women being my slave girls from Friday night to Monday morning. Devon's head turned when Phoenix negotiated to blow-jobs being acceptable and going on a shopping trip with Devon for slave girl paraphernalia.The Slave Girl Weekend was a thank you for helping Devon, which had been mostly Phoenix's idea. You know I’m k**ding.” She laughed. “And I thought I was a perv…” I rolled my eyes, also laughing. This seemed to catch her off guard.“Huh? YOU, a perv?” she asked with wide eyes. I suppose it was understandable; I was usually shy and quiet around others.“Well, I was just joking.” I lied.“But seriously. It’s pretty big.” She lightly placed her hand on top of it, padding my cock underneath the fabric. I let out a low moan, not daring to say another word. My heart must have been beating a. Places on on his neck. It hooks to the bench. On each uper arm. At the elbow. And wrist. The seem to be made to fit someone his size. He puts more on over his back and under his arm pits. Lower waist. Upper legs, knees, and ankles. They all close tightly with a clank.“Ok been this is where the fun starts.”The bench was made of many parts and can move his body to any position and lock. He spreads his legs and bends him over. He gets a wooden stick and starts hitting his but with it. . She was already getting under his skin and he hadn’t known her name yet. A faint sound of music began to fill the silence. He inched closer to her and then whispered in her ear, ‘Dance with me.’ He snaked an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace. Her body touched his and a fire sparked inside him. He caressed her collar bone and trailed it slowly, sensuously down to her arm and then her palm. He took the soft hand into his own and brought it up to his mouth and placed a.