But a rope drags them up to the ceiling so that she stands on tiptoe, bent forward to ease the strain, helpless. But in pain. Rope on het wrists would... be bad enough, but handcuffs…! Her bottom is beautifully displayed. It exhibits nine gorgeous wound and asks for more. ‘I suppose I get whipped to death?’ Pettie asks without hope. It is a good thought. But not to death! Why waste a perfectly good girl? I tell her so. ‘Fuck you, Buster!’ she exclaims so that I know she has relinquished hope. My. "Where's Daddy?" Justin asked when he returned from the bathroom. He looked up at his mother with wide eyes of wonder."He went to get us some ice cream, honey," Abby answered, rubbing her belly to indicate the 'us' meant she and the baby. "Daddy'll be back in a few minutes." She sat down on the sofa and patted her lap. "Come on, why don't you and I watch a little more of Nemo while we wait?"Smiling, Justin grabbed his favorite blanket and stuffed dog, Buddy, and then crawled up on to his. He reached around his wife and grabbed hold of her huge swinging tits as he put everything he had into a powerful fuck- thrust. Her pussy was small and tight. It always had been. It was one of the reasons Mike was so crazy about his sexy, beautiful wife.He quickly fucked his cock in to his balls, then paused, breathless and turned on."Mmmmmm, sooo good, honey! You always fuck me sooo good!" Fran moaned, her words cut off by a powerful thrust of her husband's cock into her pussy.She moaned again. Amazing is an understatement, I thought as I laid there staring at the ceiling, “thanking my lucky stars,” as the saying goes.My stare was broken by a quick peck of Giada’s lips on my right cheek and the silky smoothness of her hair brushing against my face, neck and shoulder. I smiled and turned to face her.“It’s about three,” she said, “And I’m getting hungry.”“Well?” I asked, “What do you want?”“I don’t know,” she replied.“Why don’t I see if I can quick come up with something?” I.