I asked him if he was trying to get me drunk and to my shock he said “Yes, I’m hoping you may do something you will regret.”With that comment le...aving me open mouthed and speechless Matt walked off to the bathroom. I sat there alone on the couch, my mind was racing and I could feel I had gotten wet down below. Matt came back from the bathroom wearing just a towelling robe. “I just had to get out of my hot sticky clothes” he said. “I know what you mean, I could do with getting out of my clothes. You'll think me silly, because instead I find most of my waking hours given over to the contemplation of sex and masturbating in my bedroom. I never used to think about it much. I used to hear my Mum and Dad doing it in the next bedroom, and me and my sister would glance at each other and smile. But I never noticed that it was all around me. The inexorable natural law. Stupidly failing to recognize that sex was the reason for our very being here, the hidden guide to our every waking action as. ....your friend there's up for it...look at her ...she's gagging for daves cock. She's rubbing her pussy on it now...look..."Joyce was watching and it did appear he was right. She seemed to be grinding her sex against the boys penis as they kissed. She felt the hand return to her own bottom again and for a while left it there. The two of them watched as "Dave" clearly brought a hand up between them and squeezed her right breast. The bar was that crowded no one noticed...except Joyce and her. I loosen her hand rope cuffs and tell her to place her hands behind her back and once again i tie her hands......tight hard as she lets out a sigh feeling the rope attached to her hand tight in her pussy and what is mosit and comfortable has moved away from her wet pussy has become uncomfortable again from the sandpaper rough edged rope material....."BITCH!" as she looks into my eyes with this not wanting feeling......."i grab her head and pull her head back and tell her "I WANT TO KNEEL OVER.