There was no way out of that bondage, and I had PLENTY of time to pack her and her things up. I told her that I would pack up all her belongings, incl...uding her excellent toys that she was sure to enjoy in the near future, and make it look like she had left Henry. To drive the point home, I picked the leather helmet off her pile of goodies, and carefully pulled it over her pretty, short blonde hair, tightening it nicely. It had a pair of short tubes that fit into the nostrils for breathing, and. I wanted to be ready.At home, grandma and I ate a quick dinner of salmon and brown rice. We changed into our workout gear and met in the garage. Grandma plugged in a fan she'd brought from the house. We checked out her progress log, made some adjustments, and she started jumping rope. I watched casually and started working out the timing of her schedule. With eight weeks before the Mrs. Atlas preliminary, we had to make sure she was in peak shape at just the right time.Suddenly, I heard grandma. You need to make sure that your woman is horny and ready in the bedroom."She reached over and grabbed my wrist. She placed my hand on her silky thigh, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. "It's best to start with soft touches, and to avoid the pussy. Women like to be teased." She gave me a little wink, and placing her hand on mine, began to move my hand up and down her thigh.She sighed, and spread her legs slightly, moving her second hand back to the steering wheel. I started to lightly. His engorged dick head swiped itself across her pubic hairs. At first, she pulled back, an instinctive movement, but, after she realized what it was that she had felt, she started moving her hips around in search of further contact.She had slowly inched her hips forward. If Mike noticed anything, he probably assumed that Jennie was simply trying to find a more comfortable position on the washer. She was trying to get more comfortable, but, for her right then, comfort meant having Mike's cock.