I kept getting looks from the twins who had greeted me once we’d come into the house, and had given me kisses on the cheek, no doubt under orders fr...om Abigail. Ronald was sitting by his daddy, and I don’t mean me. My son never even looked up to see me. Well he was only seven and likely very shy.To be fair, I had been given a heads up about the situation from Abigail. Her reasoning was the truth that since my son had never even met me—all my fault of course—that we needed to go a bit slower with. She keeps giving us the okay signal. Come, I made you a sandwich.”I rubbed her body a bit with my hands and tapped her shoulder twice while holding her hand, and she gave me a thumbs up. Was she really okay after three hours of strict bondage? I made my way to the kitchen, where Miles gave me my plate. I sat on the stool and started to nibble.“You aren’t too bored?” I asked.“It’s okay. You girls have fun. But I want you now. Seeing you playing with her like this for so long is making me too. .. and I smiled. Oh yea. Not gonna be a problem at all.So he grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth with his cock. Holy fuck! I gobbled and I gagged and I came. He positioned himself on the bed propped up as he watched me go down on his cock. Arms still restrained. I pumped his cock with my mouth fast. My head bobbing up and down. He moaned and grabbed his cock. I knew he was going to cum so I slowed myself down and looked up at him with my cock in his mouth and slowly sucked the head,. You just do what you have to do but get me out of here and soon. Please?"She moaned as she shifted her weight and raised her leg up on the bed frame. I was looking straight into a wet gaping pussy. It was all deep red and the outer lips were long and hung down. I said "I have to go get a wrench and something to hold the head of the bolt so it doesn't turn. My tools are out side." Out in the garage are some tools of that belonged to my husband. I've not put any of his stuff away since he died.