To my surprise, I saw my reflection in a full-length mirror in front of me. I was sitting, handcuffed by my wrists and ankles, in a high back armchair... wearing a classic black satin peak lapel tuxedo jacket, a black dress shirt underneath with the two top buttons unbuttoned. Not knowing what was going on I looked around the room, but I couldn’t make out my surroundings. Where the fuck am I?I called out for help a couple of times, dead silence. I tried to break free of the cuffs, but they. Yet womenonly saw her as another woman like themselves, and men seemed only tonotice her pretty face, shiny long dark hair, and slim and supple figure.The more that men ignored what she felt were her best attributes for hermost superficial ones, the more she envied the respect, the independence,the freedom and power that men could have. She wanted, sometimes, to be aman!Adam, on the other hand, had been brought up in New York City,Philadelphia, Boston, and Washington, D.C. He was sent to. "Hell, the other day we had a threesome in my bedroom after dinner! Harriet and I each took turns sucking his wee wee, and then she mounted his pogo stick and rode him while he ate my pussy! We even mashed our boobies together and gave him a nice target to shoot his load on once he was ready to come!"Speaking of coming and cum, Henry's foot-long firehose of fuck juice was still rocketing geysers of jizz into Hilda's honeybox, a flood of semen so copious that it was dripping out all sides of her. ” she gives me another awkward smile. “I’ve kind of missed our little private practices.” I can’t help but give a small little chuckle at that. “Yeah, me too.” “Again, I’m sorry about everything! I know I’ve apologized over and over again, but I mean it.”“I know,” she says walking over to me. “Want to just sit and chat? I could use someone to talk to.”“Yeah! I’d like that.” I she finally forgiving me? We crouch down against the wall and kind of sit there for a moment in silence. “Do you ever.