His mind replayed things so slowly. The blindfolding before he led her here, carefully, silently. The undressing of her passive self as ritual. The bi...nding, slow, carefully firm to hold secure, then the hoist to tip toe with the delicious straining and acceptance. He savoured the thoughts, treasured them. Deeper memories now, the feel of her flesh on his hands, teasing; the sharp slaps as he smacked her bottom, the red hand prints rising into sharp relief and her wincing ever so slightly at. But, Becky kept talking over everyone to make sure he heard her, and then kind of talking “down” to the rest of us, once she had his attention again. I think all of us were pretty well fed up with her. I know for a fact that Amy was just about ready to jerk her ass outside, but luckily our guys finally arrived. That gave Amy a chance to calm down. For their part they acted like perfect gentlemen the whole time they were at my house. My father even gave me a look that showed his approval when he. ” He explains to me before stopping and waiting for a beat before asking, “what do you think?”“I... I don’t know.” I stammer truly not knowing what to think with my mind feeling like it is spinning a hundred miles an hour.I feel a bit offended by Bruce’s offer because it makes me sound like a prostitute, getting paid to be fucked and having no choice in when or how it happens doesn’t sound good. The idea of being able to move out of my parents small apartment and not take the bus everywhere is. Take off your clothes and let’s take our relationship to a deeper level.”I loved her choice of words as I was soon deep in some prime pussy. She was loving and lusty at the same time. An angel and a devil all in one. We got in a scissors position without me even exiting that place I sure didn’t want to ever leave. “OK, big boy, tell me about your issues with this Cris woman.”As I talked I realized how narrow-minded I was being. Marty just smiled as I stumbled through all of it, rarely speaking.