"I'll have all of that 'or something' I want thank you very much" she shot back at her giggling child. Briana grabbed Cary by the arm, "Come on little... Bro, you can hang out with Alyssa and me, you know you like her." "Do not!" Cary shot back as they walked out of the kitchen toward the front door. As they walked down the front hall Briana whispered "Come on, Mom needs all the fucking she can get, I don't know how long this guy is going to be in town," she pushed him out the door toward her. Her knees were tied to the same legs but higher up. This gave her legs a spread of over two feet, her skirt pulled tightly now almost bursting at the seams.I saw her eyes fluttering, her breathing shallow, as she slowly began to regain consciousness. Her eyes opened wide, her arms and legs struggled against the ropes as she finally realized her dilemma. "What the fuck is goin' on," she yelled. Her eyes looked down at the ropes then up at me. "I know you, untie me this instant, what are you some. “Dad and I got lucky. So did Ruth. So did her mom and her dad and David.”“What, you had an orgy?”Danny answered with a chuckle.“Not exactly. We had a bit of dessert, a peach pie their dad had picked up earlier, and some coffee or tea. Ruth and David and I had tea. Their mom told us some funny stories about her massage clients. She didn’t tell us their names, of course, but she’s had some weird ones. She only takes referrals now since she’s working from their home. She gave up her studio when. And there I was ... naked in the tangled covers as the sun filled a room that was clearly not in my home, waking up in a bed that was clearly not my own, stretching languorously ... comfortably, smiling to a man who was clearly not my husband, begging him to make love to me ... again.“This is my greatest masterpiece to date,” he told me quietly. “This will bring you back to me for the rest of the week, won’t it?”“Yes, sir,” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder and leaning against him,.